When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows.
― Raymond Carver, Late Fragment  (via 13neighbors)
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But I would rather be alone. Than pretend I feel alright.
― Arcade Fire, Ready To Start (via 13neighbors)
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You know, they say that there is a part
of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough,
it makes the person’s heart explode. This sounds like
such a lie that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were
science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is.
If I were science, I’d have named this place after you.
― Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, “Not As Smart As I Think I Am” (via petrichour)
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Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
― Alice Walker (via thunderpopcola)
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You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.
I Wrote This For You (via 13neighbors)
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All these things you said
are floating in my head
and now and then
I think of them

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The magnitude
With which we care
Is inversely proportional
To the capacity we have
To be hurt

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And all those fights
I knew what they meant.
The truth is that sometimes
there have to be goodbyes
that no amount of sorry
could prevent.

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remember when he treated you like a drug he was only brave enough to take in small doses? you deserve someone who wants to die

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And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
― Daughter - Youth (via 13neighbors)
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Some people are as fragile as butterflies and sensitive and it’s your responsibility not to destroy them. Just because you can.
― Marisha Pessl, Special Topics in Calamity Physics (via 13neighbors)
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I am suffering and it’s no one’s fault. My relationship with myself has gone off track.
― Evelyne Lanzmann, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre. (via 13neighbors)
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