Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I feel alive.
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Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I feel alive.
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Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via thatkindofwoman)
And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.
Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition (via petrichour)
you are what happens when deserts learn to weep.
MJL (via mimickingmaelstroms)
you’re so beautiful you even make sunsets wish they could sit in a park and watch you every evening. you’re every unfinished poem left in my notebook that i never had the courage to end.
bejal (via y3)
I love you all. :)
New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang
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My NEW book Memories is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.
Sarah Jarrett. The Poetry of Fog.
Excerpt from a new piece I am working on. Hope you like it! xo Lang
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If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.
Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but...
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
Vincent Van Gogh (via bl-ossomed)
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”
John Greenleaf Whittier, Maud Muller - Pamphlet (via kushandwizdom)