Written Records

For everything that is contained here, a thousand more things are happening in the real world. Babbles of nonsense, songs of fears and poems of immortality. “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. - Marianne Williamson

[vomitingwords]

"There's still a part of me hoping for you to come back." she said. "And until now, I'm still trying to let go of that."

Pieces and Stitches // ma.c.a

[written-records]

I realise that I talk about the death of my boyfriend with a smile on my face and a laugh and little head shake to end it so that other people feel comfortable. When talking to me. About his death. And my loss.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”

—

Lora Mathis

[written-records]

I cried tonight.

[written-records]

I have found joy in the simple things again. 

Like the crisp pages of a new book. Or the stillness late at night.

[written-records]

That without darkness one would never notice the stars.

The Clockmaker’s Daughter - Kate Morton

[written-records]

Sometimes the things that come naturally, are the hardest to do.

Like the inhale, exhale of the body. Reminding myself yes, my chest has to rise and fall in order for me to see this day through.

[written-records]

I should not have to wait for anyone.

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The loneliness is overwhelming.

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I miss intimacy, but know that it will never be the same as it was when I was with you.

[thelovejournals]

Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

“And right then and there, we were a cliché of lover’s misfortune; theright love, the wrong time.”

—

[wnq-writers]

“Days are long without you. And short when spent with you. I long for the those days to be held by your presence, and captivated by your love. To hold each stare with a dripping passion. To find the smile on your face, and trace your lips with mine. How I miss the sound of your voice, and the touch of your body on mine. Oh how much I miss you, I thought to myself tonight.”

—

@iliketodanceonstars.tumblr.com

-Aisha J.

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“Our fate was short and chaotic, but I’m still happy to have memories of you.”

— s.s. (stephenstilwell)

[written-records]

I keep thinking that if i cry enough you’ll come back to me.

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I just want my life to go back to normal. But normal means pretending that I never met you, pretending that we didn’t share our lives together, pretending that you are no longer here with me. 

And that is too much pretending, too much make-belief, too much that will make me exhausted.

[written-records]

Sometimes I think that my love for you is enough for you to come back.

But maybe it isn’t. And that is why you’re not here, with me, anymore.