Dear No One

First-Gen Millennial. Terminally In My Head.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Being alone is not a requirement for being lonely.” - happiestsadness  

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.” - Henrik Ibsen, A Doll’s House

[politelydrowning-blog]

Goosebumps.

[wnq-writers]

I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?

dream-jackson (via wnq-writers)

[books-n-quotes]

I meant it when I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and they glimpse the truth within you. In that moment, you don’t belong to yourself any longer, not completely. Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. After that, you can’t take it back, no matter how much you want to, no matter how hard you try.

Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You (via books-n-quotes)

[books-n-quotes]

You’ve been following me… And now you’ve found me. It’s not my fault if you still haven’t found what you’re looking for.

Rainbow Rowell, Carry On (via books-n-quotes)

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.

Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Bell Jar’ (via sempiternele)

[books-n-quotes]

You laughed like a metaphor I’ve been trying to write down for years.

Rudy Francisco, Take me with you (via books-n-quotes)

[thepersonalquotes]

[emptymidnights]

There’s a conversation where I tell you I love you, that only exists in my head. It’s perfect and right and untouched by reality. The words feel easy on my tongue and they’re exactly what you what to hear. In this imaginary world, I’m not the only one planning this conversation.

(via emptymidnights)

[politelydrowning-blog]

How much of yourself are you willing to give up? So you can please everyone. So you can be that girl. Who stays friends with her ex lovers. Who helps them cope. Who listens to their problems. Who gives them advice about other lovers. Who says she’s fine. Who pretends she’s not drowning. Who convinces herself she’s okay. How much of your soul will you sacrifice? How many pieces of yourself will you give away? What happens when you run out?

[politelydrowning-blog]

[politelydrowning-blog]

Electricity. Stolen glances. Holding your breath. Don’t lose this moment. It’s slipping from my fingers. Why is this happening? I don't understand. Distant memory. Gone.

[politelydrowning-blog]

I look up through it all and I see the sun, shining fierce in the blue sky. I feel the waves crashing on the shore, dissolving what was once there. Each grain I feel in my joints like they are apart of me. It fills my lungs and burns my throat. My red-rimmed eyes sting with every blink and peek. My skin doesn’t feel like my own anymore. I am just a whisper inside this shell. The more I struggle and try to push myself to the top, the faster I get pulled down. Down somewhere endless. Down where the sun does not shine. I don’t hear my voice echo the empty void of my mind. I can’t process what’s happening until it’s too late.

I’m drowning.

[wnq-anonymous]

It doesn’t matter if it’s a relationship, a lifestyle, or a job. If it doesn‘t make you happy let it go.

Anonymous (via thelovejournals)

[politelydrowning-blog]

Don’t have direction I’m just rolling down this road, waiting for you to bring me in from out the cold.

Sam Smith, Leave Your Lover

[politelydrowning-blog]

I wish there was a way to change my synapses. Change the way I’m wired, change the way I think. Maybe then I would enjoy the life that I have. I’ve been successful in my career, loving friends and family, endless opportunities.

But you know what? None of that seems to matter. At the end of the day I’m still hollow.

A life without passion isn’t a life at all.