Don't turn a slip into a fall.

[hel7l7]

I cried myself to sleep again last night. And to be honest I don’t even know where the sadness comes from anymore. I mean everything is well now.  How can it all be so fine & yet I’m still hurting. 

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "The Choice"

[Text ID: Someone in Hell is sitting beside you on the train. / Somebody burning unnoticed walks past in the street.]

[stlowens]

Louise Glück, from “Aboriginal Landscape.”

[sylviaplathquotes]

“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore. And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ruth Tiffanny Beuscher written c. July 1962 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[metamorphesque]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[metamorphesque]

― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

[in-over-my-head]

Ever feel like your fading away and no one notices?

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

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[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[metamorphesque]

[serialstranger]

[blurryclau]

[hel7l7]

why fight if I won’t win?

[thehopefulquotes]

"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

[weltenwellen]

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

[feral-ballad]

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Haitham”