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- waste and washed away || O.L.
“How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien
“Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; but eventually it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hand inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past - the memories - and make peace with them.”
— Iyanla Yanzant
“Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me; she looks as though she were lost in her suffering”
-Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
“You weren’t supposed to mean much, I thought I had it under control, but you can’t control the weather, and you were pouring rain and I was thrashing in deep waters trying to keep myself afloat, but I capsized every time. Do you think of it that way? That loving me was like drowning? I know I can be a hurricane sometimes, but you were a wildfire, one little spark and you were off, did you know loving you was hating myself? You couldn’t.”
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“this silence between us is just begging for a conversation
can you feel it? taste it in the air?
it seems so heavy like a sermon sitting above an altar.
the words are not there but the sensation of needing a release lingers, an open mouth between us
wanting
just waiting, waiting for language to reemerge or enter
and I don’t know, you don’t know either what is appropriate to say
in a situation like this where it seems as though all the air has left the room
and we are both gasping, grasping at anything that could save us both of us still pretending
that redemption is as easy as asking for it”
- mute || O.L.
'kill your love for me, act like you’re free’
I knew it was over before it ever begun
by MillyCope