505

u r goin to have to save urself

[sentimentalbot]

I was put on this earth to adore difficult people

[harminuya]

Every time an armenian girl gets a nose job, an angel dies 💔

[heavensghost]

how can i accept womanhood when i never got over girlhood

[accidentalsiren]

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, from "Love“

[escuerzoresucitado]

[blackbackedjackal]

by Wendy Klemperer

[stardotnet]

♥︎

[shisasan]

January, 1933 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

[letterful]

— MARIE HOWE.

[feral-ballad]

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

[sproutlett]

forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again

[typewriter-worries]

love letters, victoria chang

[wicked-and-divine]

Old as the universe itself

[everythingever]

the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary

[serratedpens]

Eden Robinson, “Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted”

[frenchsiren]

[Text description:

You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything.

END]

[fairydrowning]

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."

[fairydrowning]

"Grief is love's souvenir. It's our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price."

– Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior

[flowerytale]

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters