āSomeday you wonāt remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever.ā
ā Sweeter Than Fiction, Taylor Swift
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āSomeday you wonāt remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever.ā
ā Sweeter Than Fiction, Taylor Swift
āMy entanglement comes from how a carpet is made of so many threads that I canāt resign myself to following just one; my ensnarement comes from how one story is made of many stories. And I canāt even tell them all.ā
ā Clarice Lispector, from āThe Disasters of Sofiaā, Collected Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)
āFunny how silence can be the loudest sound of all.ā
ā Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
āBut hereās a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you arenāt that person anymore, and everything changes once again.ā
ā Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 75: Through the Narrow Place
Pierre Jahan Nu Plain-chant 1947
iām at a point in my life where i really donāt give a fuck about anything anymore. iām tired and iām ready to go.
i donāt think people understand how much i hate myself and how much i want to die every single day.
iām half-assing everything in my life right now and i have the audacity to even ask why i feel so empty and dead?
iām the drama. itās me. iām the problem.
Black women + Nature š¤š³
oh, to be cuddling your significant other on a rainy day, hidden underneath a pile of warm blankets
āWhat she had now was too precious and flammable to share with anyone.ā
ā Andre Dubus, from āAll the Time in the Worldā, Dancing After Hours: Stories
starting to sound like a broken record every time i bring this up or ask of this from you.
im just gonna shut up now and leave it be. it is what it is.