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i should be smoking weed in the forest with the spirits and fairies
they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again
— roach-works
my heart is an open wound; that is how the love gets out. that is how the love gets in.
i cannot get mad at myself for not being good at answering texts and dms n emails n returning phone calls when i know in my heart that human beings were never meant to receive this much correspondence. even half as much would make you a busy person. like its ridiculous what we’re all doing to each other. smash your phones
I love you bite marks I love you hickeys I love you fingertip-shaped bruises I love you scratchmarks down the back and shoulders I love you lasting, tangible proof of passion and desire and ownership
It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
when Florence Welsh said "What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love I don't like it very much / Kinda makes me feel like I'm being crushed"
I love when people talk deep with me. when it’s not just a ‘what’s up’ conversation, it’s one filled with random thoughts and questions about the world. like genuine hopes or concerns. I love that deep weird shit, it gets to me
promise rings are so cute, gonna get myself one and promise myself to stop being a dumbass
Just because someone doesn’t require much, doesn’t mean you give the minimum.
I know this isn’t something you want to hear, but I think it’s something you need to hear: sometimes someone’s inability to love you the right way is not their fault. If you are the first person to show someone pure, genuine love, they may not know how to reciprocate because they’ve never experienced it before. In turn, they may not know how to give it back. This doesn’t mean that it’s your job to teach them, that you have to tolerate it, or that you deserve it, but I’ve found it incredibly helpful in my own healing to understand that sometimes people aren’t hurting you or treating you poorly intentionally. Sometimes people will self sabotage good things because they don’t think they’re worthy of it. Sometimes they just don’t know what to do, so they ruin it, whether that be by running away, being disrespectful, or causing pain. Sometimes, people still have their own growing to do. I don’t say this to justify any of their bad actions, but to offer a different perspective that may aid you in forgiving and ultimately reaching your peace.
— alhwrites
“There are feelings you will never find words for; you will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you.”
— Maza Dohta