“You deserve better” is an interesting way of saying I’m not worth getting better for
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“You deserve better” is an interesting way of saying I’m not worth getting better for
“as the garden grows, so shall the gardener.”
— engraved with the words, a weathered stone half-buried in a garden bed of bark chips and fallen twigs
“The quieter you become the more you can hear.”
— Ram Dass
I felt her absence. It was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.
James Dashner, The Maze Runner
“I spent so much time trying to become who others needed that I forgot who I actually was.”
Either you say too much or you don't say enough, and then they're gone.
Peyton Sawyer, One Tree Hill
i don’t know how i’m supposed to forgive you when you just keep breaking me.
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
For forever it seems
“there is no poem for what you have done to me.”
— jay vespertine
Forever traumatized by realizing that no amount of love can change someone who finds losing you easier than facing their own behavior.
We romanticize the stars, but forget the dark is what made them visible.
I remember the first time our hands reached for each other—how even the slightest touch sent a rush through me, like electricity waking something I didn’t know was there. In that instant, everything changed… because for the very first time, I felt what it truly meant to love.
— isa b. excerpt from my journal
“I can’t sleep without your breathing and I can’t breathe each time you’re leaving.”
— Placebo - English Summer Rain
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017