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@the-featherweightchild
OK-RM & Matthieu Lavanchy, 2016
What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
Maggie O’ Farrell, After You’d Gone. (via thelovejournals)
You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you.
Daniel Saint (via caffeinated-nostalgia)
No matter how much I say I love you, I always love you more than that.
Unknown (via deeplifequotes)
Everything is temporary.
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via bl-ossomed)
I hope parallel universe me is doing ok right now
When you’re sick for a long time, with depression or an eating disorder or addictions or anything of that nature, the idea of “recovery” and “healing” is more than just an obstacle. For a lot of people, its a crippling fear. When you’re sick for a long time, that sickness becomes a part of you and it takes away your ability to see a life without it. When I was deep in my depression a few years ago, the idea of overcoming it was taunting and scary. I literally could not remember what it felt like to be happy or to feel anything for that matter. I thought the depression was just a part of me. I didn’t know how to live my life without being depressed. That’s one of the reasons change is so hard. No matter how dreadful, painful, and exhausting our illnesses are, they still serve us some sort of purpose, otherwise we would be able to “snap out of it.” Sickness can become comfortable which makes change seem impossible. But its not. You didn’t get sick overnight and you won’t get better overnight. Baby steps. Just keep trying and one day, healthy could be your new comfort.
This.
I think about this w/ my dad.
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you were once toxic.
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you made a couple people feel like shit.
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you fucked up and were horribly arrogant and parasitic.
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you did anyone wrong, especially if you’ve learned from it. If you’re humble enough to admit it, I guarentee there’s a bit of a good person inside of you.
Paris is a dream
i think we still exist somewhere in the universe behind the sun where all of earth’s abandoned soulmates go to rest i think i can see us when i look up at the sky and squint directly into the rays of light, your brown eyes burning into mine i think we are together in the time that trails behind the present, dancing in circles until the last stars fizzle out i think that our promises seeped into the soil, like february rain, our souls sown together, tucked in beneath the world i think what we had is somewhere just out of reach, pulsing in the dim spaces between heat lightning and although, in this lifetime, we became nothing but shadows, monsters that linger on bedroom walls we are there, we are alive, and we are still in love.
m.k. | see you there (via tsktsks)
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via wordsnquotes)
(not so) Breaking News: I’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it