just a place to let go

riven t. || INFJ 5w6

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my hands will not stay still

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Ioanna Tsatsou, tr. by Jean Demos, from The Collected Poems; “The Fifteenth Of August,”

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their inky lies

spattered across our souls

hissing words leaving

papercuts and bullet holes

- riven. t

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My fractal soul,

seeks not your needle and thread,

for I am whole within my shards,

no broken vase, to be repaired.

[sixpenceee]

Visualization of the major garnet solid-solution series

Source

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Currently disassociating so hard that even my own name, written down is weightless to me. I don’t feel much pull towards that specific set of letters strung together. Not like I used to.

I don’t hate it. It just doesn’t fit properly. Like a hat meant for a head much too small. 

TLDR; i am so many identities at once i lost track of the one they assigned me.

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Walking a mile in another’s shoes? No keep your own shoes on and try on the way they walk instead.

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Do you know what it’s like to fight every fiber of your body to keep taking step after step in the wrong direction?

- a ghost from the void

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I raise my glass to the dude driving the car in front, who nearly pushed over the traffic cones on purpose then looked in the mirror to check my reaction.

I needed the smile. Thank you. 

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grey

i miss the subtle greys you showed me

the bitter grey of early morning skies

the soft grey of falling into sleep

the warm grey of your shielded eyes

the creamy grey of river stones

the cherry grey after a long cry

the beautiful grey at the end of a book

the cathartic grey of you and i 

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The Problem

“Know what the problem is?” 

She sucked in a breath of her cigarette between two fingers then released it, “We fall too easily for our hand drawn portraits of other people. Distorting this and exaggerating that, guessing at what we don’t know. Too many are in love with the idea of being in love with a person but not actually the person, with ideals. Don’t learn it the hard way, use your head before your heart.”

[books-n-quotes]

To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.

Hannah Kent, Burial Rites (via books-n-quotes)

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Searching

I’m searching for ghosts of people who no longer exist, of those who never had and may never.

I’m searching for an oasis in a wasteland, for intelligence in the ashes of a library, for cheerful notes within a requiem.

I think I’m really just, searching for me, in a crowd of you. 

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He laughed. “How could a kid be tired?”

“Well, you tell me you’re not tired when every day, they drain you. Every day, they steal life from you. Every day they cut you open. When just being a human being is hard enough, you’d wish every breath was your last and you don’t hope to wake the next morning. You begin to wonder what others have which you lack and kindness becomes a foreign concept. So yeah...tell me I’m not allowed to feel tired because I haven’t lived yet, tell me I’m not allowed to be tired til I’ve got one foot in the grave.”

Naturally, the kid didn’t say anything. No words could make the old timer understand.

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One breath at a time. Just one. That’s all, darling.

- a voice in my head