She treats you the way she wishes someone would treat her. So please donât be annoyed if she keeps asking if youâre alright. Itâs just because no one ever asked her.
S.Z. // Vodka thoughts #23 (via blossomfully)
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She treats you the way she wishes someone would treat her. So please donât be annoyed if she keeps asking if youâre alright. Itâs just because no one ever asked her.
S.Z. // Vodka thoughts #23 (via blossomfully)
ââŠbut really, this world is a strange old placeâŠâ
â Goethe, The Fairy Tale
Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.
The Hours (Michael Cunningham)
and the smell of the past is everywhere, [âŠ] the smell of too many illusionsâ
Louise GlĂŒck, from âSunrise,â A Village Life
(Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2009)
I wanted to stay as I was still as the world is never still, not in midsummer but the moment before the first flower forms, the moment nothing is as yet pastâ
Louise GlĂŒck, opening lines to âThe Doorway,â The Wild Iris (Ecco, 1992)
i like to pretend iâm emotionless but i have at least 200 mood swings a day
All my life I have longed to be alone in a place like this. Even when everything was going well, as it often did. I can say that much. That it often did. I have been lucky. But even then, for instance in the middle of an embrace and someone whispering words in my ear I wanted to hear, I could suddenly get a longing to be in a place where there was only silence.
Per Petterson, from Out Stealing Horses (Graywolf Press
, 2007)
There is always something left to love.
Gabriel GarcĂÂa MĂĄrquez, from One Hundred Years of Solitude (Harper & Row, 1979)
Iâm always soft for you, thatâs the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say âcome here, itâs been too long, it felt like home with you.
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It doesnât happen like that. You donât just wake up one day and find that everything has worked itself out. You must get out of bed, morning after morning, and make a conscious effort to control the circumstances of that given day. You must learn to handle your issues with grace because you respect what they are attempting to teach you. You must drown your insecurities slowly, one self-realization at a time. You must allow yourself to feel the fear bubbling just beneath your skin but you must never allow it the satisfaction of crippling you; grit your teeth and march on. You see, they never tell you how hard these things will be. This fight to reclaim yourself is not easy or straightforward but, my god, is it necessary.Â
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