- i’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. you could come knocking on my door five years from now and i would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
- maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people. maybe then we’ll be better for each other.
- how stupid of me; to think i was the only flower in your garden.
- sometimes, i wake up at four in the morning and taste smoke in the back of my throat. i swear to god, you’re still burning somewhere inside me.
- sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, i’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
- but why do i notice everything? she thought. why must i think? she did not want to think. she wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.
- sometimes, i feel like ripping apart my skin, and searching for a reason for why i feel this empty. maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken.
- so please ask yourself: what would i do if i weren’t afraid? and then go do it.
- you will have days where you feel better, and you will have days where you want to die. both are okay. there is no magical cure. you just need to close your eyes, and trust that the waves will pass, and soon you’ll be able to breathe again.
- i have buried you in every place i’ve been. you keep ending up in my shaking hands.
- sometimes you’ve got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.
- for a while i no longer knew who i was. but that was only natural, because in fact i was nobody.
- a flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. it just blooms.
- if they don’t need you, it’s okay, you do not live for other people.
- the worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.
- and i’m over it, i’m over it, i promise i’m over it. but it still hurts sometimes.
- please forgive me if i don’t talk much at times. it’s loud enough in my head.
- since birth, i have been defined by numbers: inches, feet, pounds, grades, percentages. does it ever stop?
- i have looked at you in millions of ways and i have loved you in each.
- nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.
may 31 2014 ∞
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