They Wrote What

A blog of all the words. Hope you enjoy. ~ theywrotewhat

[elivictor-deactivated20220916]

When Oliver Marks said "For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.", I felt that. I felt that in my heart.

[ponchopeligroso]

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

[nightlyquotes]

“I still look back on those evenings we spent together as the happiest part of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever.”

— Henry MacAlpine

[kafk-a]

Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine: Poems

[nightlyquotes]

“Be brave enough to travel the unknown path and learn what you are capable of.”

— Unknown

[metamorphesque]

— Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[nightlyquotes]

“I no longer know If I wish I to drown my self in love, vodka or the sea.”

— Franz Kafka

[theywrotewhat]

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

[teabooksmurder]

“Often we can achieve an even better result when we stumble yet are willing to start over, when we don’t give up after a mistake, when something doesn’t come easily but we throw ourselves into trying, when we’re not afraid to appear less than perfectly polished.”

— Sharon Salzberg (via aspiritualwarrior)

[the-book-diaries]

“I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[theotreptos]

I don’t want mindless adoration—I desire tranquil, deep-rooted, unspeakable intimacy.

[quotemadness]

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.”

— Sarah J. Maas

[theywrotewhat]

I dream of you between suffering from my own thoughts and the strings you play bring me comfort when all goes dark.

[flowerytale]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (Paris, 21 February 1941)

[theywrotewhat]

I still want to be loved by you.

Even after my wounds by your words, the suffocation come your absence, and the drowning and air lost in my lungs from those nights I let a thought of you enter my mind.

[journalofanobody]

“You speak like the night.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972; Encounter. (via xshayarsha)

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I was wounded early, and early I learned that wounds made me.

Adonis, from Celebrating Vague-Clear Things; Celebrating Childhood