Wounded Healer

This blog was created for the sole purpose for me to air out all these thoughts that corrupt my brain, whether it's poetry I've written, or a letter about my day, it's all here. If you happen to wander upon this, then I'm sure you made a hell of a wrong turn, but please take a gander if you wish & welcome inside my mind.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Baby, I’m quite bloody angry. Don’t talk to me about grace tonight. I’m not interested. I have no patience for language. I have no patience for romance. I’ve been losing my patience and you know very well that I’m quite the patient type. So don’t. Not tonight.

Hadley Richardson, from a letter to Ernest Hemingway c. August 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[wordsnquotes]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson (via wordsnquotes)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Peaceful moon. I consist only of bones.

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in “The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1923,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[tragicinsanity]

It’s all about how the earth rotates and how well we walk it while it turns One foot at a time, one in front of the other Sinking into the ground Leaving our mark inhaling the air exhaled by someone else, the breath that traveled through their own lungs Straight into mine I breathe in their positivity, and their negativity the happy, and the sad all their fears and all of their dreams it seeps into my bones, it stings my throat and then I Let It Go because the earth will keep on spinning no matter how I feel Empathy ain’t easy but a life with too much feeling Or a life without enough isn’t a life worth living

all about the earth (via tragicinsanity)

[quotemadness]

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

[eli0tknight-deactivated20181203]

The world has taken too much, and not given me enough for me to still be in love with it.

Eliot Knight (via eli0tknight)

[quotemadness]

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.

Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

[booksquoteslove]

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via booksquoteslove)

[quotemadness]

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

[thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop]

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)

[lomasdope]

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath (via lomasdope)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

All this summer I was as nervous as a cat,–starting, dreaming, brooding,–now I’m all vigorous and sturdy again, and ravenous for life once more. My dearest, I do love you. I do bless you for all you’ve been to me. This is not a joke, but a very sober truth.

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf c. October 1928 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[wanderingwoundedhealer]

// I let the bad parts in //

[wanderingwoundedhealer]

I have this tendency to self analyze far too deeply and when I go too far, I discover nothing but great confusion. Then follows frustration and depression…It would always start by worrying so much about whether or not I was making the best decisions for my life.

Joseph Arnone