empty/strong/breathe/pretend/ hold on

It's awful. There's no way to describe it. It's like you're empty. But you're full. Full of the emptiness. Full of empty, hollow nothingness. It feels as though every movement, every smile, every word will take your last atom of energy and you will simply burn up, crumple in on yourself, become unmoving, unresponsive. You want so desperately to block out the world, but cruelly you are more aware, even when you are totally unaware. You don't hear, or see, or taste, or know, but you know. Everything is overly bright, happy and alive, while there you are, empty, full of emptiness.

[about-cara]

[lovelustquotes]

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

Warsan Shire (via lovelustquotes)

[luthienne]

What I want to say, querido, is hunger is not romantic to the hungry. What I want to say is fear is not so thrilling if you’re the one afraid.

Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman (via soracities)

[amargedom]

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.

Charles Bukowski, oh yes (via amargedom)

[thelovejournals]

So here’s my question: when you lose the most important person to you in the entire world, where is all the love – love you never even knew you were capable of – supposed to go?

Ted Michael, Crash Test Love (via thelovejournals)

[le-monde-sans-couleur]

Vogue Italia July 2004, ph. by Steven Meisel

[strathshepard]

[wordsnquotes]

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via wordsnquotes)

[poetrist]

You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to pretend to be so interested in your ongoing tragedy, but I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that money is more fruitful than words, and I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain. I’ll walk you to the hospital, I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks and assure you that you’ll find your place, it’s just the world has a funny way of hiding spots fertile enough for bodies like yours to grow roots. and I miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bull’s-eye, or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47, I wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday and I would have wanted you to give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time, to see if you still had it in you. I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive. If I’m to speak for myself, I’ll tell you that the universe is twice as big as we think it is and you’re the only one that made that idea less devastating.

Lucas Regazzi, “Small” (via poetrist)

[ravensandrocks-deactivated20200]

Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.

Michael Faudet (via discolor3d)

[bitchtoss]

Fiona Apple photographed by David Corio - 1996

[thoughtsintorhymes]

we use ‘I love you’ like a life raft; maybe if I don’t let you forget, you’ll stay afloat, maybe if you remind me again, I won’t let you go.

do you love me? // r.e.s (via 24ribs)

[mpdrolet]

Christian Dior socks, 1967

Gyula Horvath

[bostonpoetryslam]

what if my heart is a Walkman someone broke in 8th grade? what if i still have all the cd’s for it? what if some songs still play if you hit it against something sharp?

Siaara Freeman, “Erasure Poem from Bone Thugs n Harmony’s Crossroads,” from Live From District 11 (via bostonpoetryslam)

[thelovejournals]

The purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Kurt Vonnegut (via thelovejournals)

[ezoteryczny-solipsyzm]

my edit

[wordsnquotes]

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via wordsnquotes)