Sad Things You Never Say Outloud

This for You.

[introverts-hideaway]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I lost you. I love you. How changed we are.”

— Mary Jo Bang, from Elegy: Poems (2007); “Evidence,”

[melisica]

Barbara Kruger

the globe shrinks

[daily-showerthoughts]

The main difference between me and my cat is that when she sleeps all day and does nothing productive, she doesn’t feel crushing guilt and overwhelming societal pressure.

[snapshotsbyerica]

When Youth Runs Out.

[books-n-quotes]

I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via books-n-quotes)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Everything is burning, my soul, body, outside, inside, heart, flesh… Do you understand? Do you really understand?

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I’ve been living alone so long, everything about me’s private. I’m surprised anyone’s able to understand a word I say.

Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; “Werner Noth’s Beautiful Blue Vase,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mortalpractice]

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. This may be me at my best.

Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila),” Portrait of the Alcoholic (via mortalpractice)

[i-am-haleyrose]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Zbigniew Herbert, translated by Czeslaw Milosz, from The Complete Poems; “Revelation In Autumn,” [x]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia—

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written c. March 1950 (via 7-weeks)

[kotbonkers]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am too depressed to touch anything new.

Kajal Ahmad, tr. by Marie Levinson-LaBrosse, from “Handful of Salt,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[themotivationjournals]

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Juliette Lewis  (via themotivationjournals)

[melisica]

wild and wasted

[wnq-quotes]

There are too many ways to drown even if you don’t want to drown.

Charles Bukowski, Selected Letters: 1965-1970 v. 2

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