I THINK I AM GOING TO CUT MY HAIR
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@theendoflovee
I THINK I AM GOING TO CUT MY HAIR
What’s wrong with me!! From my insta
"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."
-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
"I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House
the banquet by rené magritte / “me and my dog” by boygenius
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
working for the knife
let it gush right in
“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
footnote to howl makes me crazy. thank you mister ginsberg
Yumikrum, Skeleton Knit, 2016
taxi driver (1976)// anne carson// mitski// little women (2019)// florence + the machine
jenny slate
wishbone, richard siken
Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937