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@wordsofthelost
“perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim”
—be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you
Ovid.
It was easier
to just destroy it all
than it was to admit
that she had never wanted
any part of it.
- G.L. Angelone
ah, the bittersweet comfort of a relapse.
~ 06.06.23
“oh i love it and i hate it at the same time,
you and i drink the poison from the same vine
oh i love it and i hate it at the same time,
hiding all of our sins from the daylight
from the daylight, running from the daylight”
- daylight, david kushner
“Dorian, we get to come back from this loss - from this darkness. We get to come back, and I came back for you.”
— Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows
i don't want to get to the point where everything piles up in my chest and it all just bursts one day—leaving me cracked open and unalive.
— jaév, “i just want something to get this heaviness out of me.”
illustration by @revol4357
Follow my facebook page, Painting of Words, for more pieces.
it never seemed so much like letting go as cutting out a piece of my heart. when I say I miss your voice, I miss the gentle waves lilting against the shoreline, knowing that this comes from the deepest depths and is shaped by the the pull of the smiling moon.. what I mean is that your voice is always with me even when I can’t hear it. I miss places I only went to with my heart, memories unscathed through polaroid conversations. we break, but we still love. maybe we love the sky because it’s always there. I want to hold you through this hell so your heart will beat next to mine, until nothing is left except two heartbeats.
I wish I could hold tight in my hands the moments I’m not allowed to keep.
there is a void consuming me alive pulling me in crushing my will to survive there is a voice inside me a thousands whispers guiding telling me to leave we are the suns and moon and every grain of sand is in my palm and every star is in my mind when i leave i'll leave nothing behind
and what a tragic thing it is, to have so much love to give but never any to keep
~ december 2022
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Pain Remains lyrics that altered my brain chemistry:
Atlas
in the late hours of the night, time stops. it hangs in the air, holding all of the day's sorrows in its hands. it is atlas, bearing the weight of the world.
sound stops too. everything becomes deafened until all i can hear is the telltale beat of the drum that reminds me that i am still alive. i hold my breath in fear of disturbing the stillness.
it is as though i am caught between worlds. for in these hours, i become completely transparent. i am a ghost, half-alive, but barely dead. i exist merely to pass by others, never permitted to stay for long.
i long to feel. you came along and hollowed out my soul, leaving nothing behind but an empty shell. all i know is sorrow. he is an ever-present beast, lurking in the shadows.
will i escape this torment? or will i be doomed to bear the weight of my sorrows, disintegrating beneath their burden.
~ december 2022.
tonight is gonna be the loneliest
you’ll be the saddest part of me
a part of me that will never be mine
it’s obvious
tonight is gonna be the loneliest
you’re still the oxygen i breathe
i see your face when i close my eyes
it’s torturous
tonight is gonna be the loneliest
~ the loneliest, måneskin
“i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul”
— love sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda