#spilled heart

[quantum-bliss]

Sometimes you have let go of whats in your hand not to find something better, but because what you are holding is inserting poison into your veins. And you know you can't hold on without killing yourself in the process.

-Quantum Bliss

[inkwelloftheheart]

You deserve to find love, and I know you will. Sometimes it just takes time.

-Flynn Caulfield

[bymarahh]

IG @bymarahh

[sankalp123]

Wish we could heal together..

[thewaitingluna]

Why did you hold my hand like we had a chance?

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

[academia-lucifer]

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

— J.D. Salinger.

[cerleansky]

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

~Edit~

Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.

I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.

This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.

That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.

[becomingvecna]

[despondentbeauty]

In another universe, you stayed.

— In this one, you didn’t and it ruined me.

[quantum-bliss]

Heartbreak is nothing more than love under pressure.

-Quantum Bliss

[bebx]

[fieldofdahlias]

[whirlwindofstuff]

[our--impossible--love]

[bebs-art-gallery]

The Difference Between “Hello” and “Goodbye”

— by Fabian Perez