#Lit

[mournfulroses]

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marth Gellhorn

[quotefeeling]

I think part of the reason why we hold on to something so tightly is because we fear something as great won’t happen twice.

Unknown

[thoughtkick]

We're all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.

Beau Taplin

[shisasan]

The Poems of Emily Dickinson, originally published: 1930

[gargy1975]

AMEN 💯🇺🇲🏳️‍🌈🍷

“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”

— Unknown

[thepersonalquotes]

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Ethel Smyth, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

[soracities]

Samuel Beckett, letter to Morris Sinclair (March 4th, 1934), The Letters of Samuel Beckett, Vol. I: 1929-1940 [ID'd]

[wisteriagroves]

I may distance myself from you but that does not mean I think of you any less;

it does not mean that you do not consume every moment, every second, every breath i take;

it does not mean that my dreams are not filled with visions of you, of us, in another reality where you are mine and I am yours.

I may distance myself from you but that does not mean that you are not embedded in every part of who I am.

— nn. (via eternaldroplets)

[thoughtkick]

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it.

Taylor Swift

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[futuristic-koala]

[bluegangster]

“you who brings me peace.”

i don’t know your name yet. don’t know the sound of your laugh, the shape your lips take when you’re lost in thought, the way your fingers fidget when you’re nervous. but i know you exist. somewhere out there, beyond all this noise, all this mess—you’re waiting.

a mentor once told me, “the best way to assure a good life is to surround yourself with people who bring you peace.” simple advice, really. obvious. yet so many people don’t listen. they gravitate toward wreckage, toward chaos—dragging it behind them like a second skin, mistaking destruction for depth, mistaking noise for meaning.

but you? you’re different.

you don’t bring flames to the doorstep just to watch them spread. you don’t demand attention by bleeding onto everything you touch. you don’t need to create disaster just to feel alive.

no—you are the quiet after the storm. the deep inhale, the exhale that doesn’t tremble. you are the kind of presence that settles, that lingers. the kind that makes the world softer, not sharper.

i wonder if you feel it too. if somewhere, as you read this, you recognize the weight of what i mean.

i don’t need more noise. don’t need another person who thrives on chaos, who wants to spill their mess at my feet and call it love.

i need you.

the one who stills me. i’m waiting.

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[poetryforall]