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Aren’t Stories What We Deal In?

#it was how.#we met #after all

academic-vampire

𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔯𝔱

bluelightview

quotefeeling

“So much of what we learn about love is taught to us by people who never really loved us.”

— r.h. Sin

ellicewrites

how do you know

you are done hurting

is it once you stop writing

poems and

stopped singing

sad songs

how do you know

your heart is no longer

breaking, screaming

longing

is it when you wake up

and it no longer flutters

and the thought of him

no longer rattles

the butterflies

trapped underneath

your ribcage

- tell me how

#I don’t miss you anymore

learningtobe

I don’t think about you and cry anymore.

When I try and grasp the memory of you, the absolute in your no rings like a gong in my head.

Clear and true it shakes my hold and you are gone as quickly as you came.

I don’t care about your dreams, your family, your life.

As you fade into nobody, I become somebody once more.

Here’s to growth and the life I was meant to live.

booksandothersecrets

Shout out to all the notes-app poems, love letters, secrets, novels, diary entries, bucket lists and lyrics that were hurredly typed into people’s phones at 3am and then hidden from the world and forgotten. Maybe one day you’ll open the app and laugh at how pretentious you were, or maybe you’ll smile at that part of yourself that noone else saw

quotemadness

“When you give your heart away, you usually get it back in pieces, fragments. And often, a great deal of time passes before you realize that every piece wasn’t returned to you—and probably never will be. You crave nothing more than to get those small—but vital—fragments back; to return to the unbroken, undamaged version of yourself. But what’s been broken cannot be unbroken, and so all you can do is learn to live with the void of the missing pieces, to somehow find beauty in the wreckage.”

— Krystal McLean

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Hands around my neck

thespilledquotes

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton (via thehopefulquotes)