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So, I’ve just read the new chapter of this fic that I love and I’ve been bawling my eyes out. The non-linear process of healing and learning how to accept love even if you don’t feel deserving of it hits so close to home.

7th poem is from @halfof-mysoul !

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when hands touch

mun-dane

and there lies your hand feeling the warmth of their hand, begging you to not put an end on this warmth even if something important comes up.

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sometimes you just have to express to your friends that you love them and they’ll say it back to you and vice versa and you don’t even have to use the word love all the time. i got out of the car of a friend i knew i wouldn’t be seeing for a long time and impulsively yelled love you; they rolled down their window, half laughter half disbelief, as they asked if i’d just said i loved them. i laughed back as they pulled away. an online friend told me once that it was absurdly easy to be human with me and that they had many online friends but i was very dear to them. (months later, i texted to ask if they’ve been sleeping well, since the week has been long). i made a joking comment once about deserving all attention all the time and was sincerely told ‘everyone i care about deserves everything’. (i couldn’t bring myself to tell him i loved him back, but i told him it was easy to see why he is so Adored, that his tenderness always stops me in my tracks). my friend tells me he loves me everytime he bids me goodnight and i’ve never said it back but i write him poetry he’ll never see. love is tender and it is soft and when you have it, you have to hold it tight in your hands, cupped like a little flame. but love is also bright and golden and that light needs to be reflected back on those who shone it on you in the first place. so tell your friends you love them, let them know that they too are loved, in whichever way you can.

(and since some of the friends I’m talking about are chronic tumblr users, if you ever see this, i love you and i love you and i love you and i hope that love echoes through time to reach you whenever you read this)

it is raining and i am thinking of you

#i wish i wasn’t though #this is so stupid #i hate being in love #i don’t hate it but #it would be easier #if you loved me too #fun

julykings

from In the House With No Doors by Sarah Kay

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one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

i feel like i’m losing my mind. but i suppose that’s simply what love is; losing your mind.

since it isn’t working out for me, i’d like my mind back.

luthienne

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; “The Sixth Meditation: Faces of God”

[Text ID: We are animals haunted by love.]

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— Amanda Helm, from “The Day I Learned That I was Broken.”

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— Rainbow Rowell, from “Fangirl.”

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— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”

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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

theskeletonprior

There is something so beautiful about reaching out to the monstrous with intent to touch it gently. To risk the sharp teeth and the lethal claws, to defy fear and revulsion, and choose to be delicate with something that can be, and often is, incredibly brutal.

saturnrobbers

why does this remind me of my pattern of the people i try to love