I grieve the little things I did not get to say to you and the things I never will.

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I grieve the little things I did not get to say to you and the things I never will.
"I have led a toothless life", he thought. "A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on—and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone."
Jean-Paul Sartre
- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.
I’m yours but you’re not mine
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Paloma, 2022
“And finally I have mastered this thing you have, without words, shown you wanted me to be. Silent silent silent as death. A heart like winter. Longing for nothing. Giving nothing. Seeing nothing. Taking nothing. A statue. Without hunger. Without need. I have killed myself, for you to love me. And now, I will never love you, nor ever feel your love.”
— tumblr - Helaena C Moon / instagram - helaena.c.moon (via hapless-hollow)
“What devils have fallen down into your bones, my love? Come and breathe them in to me - underneath a funereal moon.”
— tumblr - Helaena C Moon / instagram - helaena.c.moon (via hapless-hollow)
“It’s all right to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”
— Cassandra Clare / Clockwork Angel
“I don’t know where I’m going. Where I came from is disappearing. I am unwelcome. My beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood.”
— — Warsan Shire, from “Home,” Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head