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“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”
— C.S. Lewis
“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”
— Unknown
“We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.”
— Seneca
Pried open my rib cage…,words by: @sanitysipper
“I grieved quietly because explaining my sadness felt heavier than carrying it.”
ᵉˣᶜᵉʳᵖᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ 𐙚
— ʀ.ᴛ.
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
all the loved i gave you is yours to keep
trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.
A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis
Salma Deera, "Salt"
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
—Brain
sometimes, all you can do is breathe and wait for the storm in your chest to pass...
Wislawa Szymborska, from "Tortures," featured in Map: Collected and Last Poems