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obsessed with thoughts that deform held on by hope too well worn
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when Jonathan Safran Foer said- “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.” and when Doc Luben said- “How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become.”
Clementine von Radics, from “Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine von Radics”
Text ID: For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough.
it was beautifully sunny and foggy this morning & i stopped to take a photo of this white egret
Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
love elizabeth s.
pain sharpened my blade I will never feel the same
The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "Love was here." In the finer print, quietly, "Love still is."
— Heidi Priebe, As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief
Why is it always in another universe and not in this one.
i need to lie on someone’s chest for like. three years.
Fyodor Dostoevsky // John Keats
My heart breaks for you. You will be okay one day love 💛
you take from me the world