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“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”

— R. Arnold

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~ Ocean Vuong, On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous

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I pity the woman who will love you when I am done. She will show up to your first date with a dustpan and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces I left you in. She will hear my name so often it will begin to dig holes in her. That is where doubt will grow. She will look at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth, wondering at the way I touched you. She will make you all the promises I did and some I never could. She will hear only the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied. She will wonder (as I have) how someone as wonderful as you could love a monster like the woman who came before her. Still, she will compete with my ghost. She will understand why you do not look in the back of closets. Why you are afraid of what’s under the bed. She will know every corner of you is haunted by me.

-Clementine von Radics (via shmegeh)

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“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via feellng)

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If things were different, maybe you and I could have worked; maybe you and I would be able to love each other without destroying one another. If things were different, maybe breathing wouldn’t be so hard, and you wouldn’t be a stranger who knows every part of my soul.

where did it go wrong? by (DS)

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I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

Wally Lamb, She’s Come Undone (via books-n-quotes)

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stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.

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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.

D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; “The Plumbed Serpent,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it’s over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that’s rare…That’s rare and valuable.

(via bubbaleft)

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i knew i wasn’t gonna find you so i gave up the dream           and even though once, i thought i finally came close, i didn’t let the dream come back. you were best forgotten and  anyway,              i needed more room for the possible. i tried to laugh often and fill up the space around me so i wouldn’t notice what wasn’t there             (any room you’re not in is empty as far as i’m concerned) but after a dream dies, there’s also the burial (and the haunting) and           so a part of me was still waiting. i could feel it trying to bring me back to the impossibility of you but i couldn’t let that happen. and i promise not that long ago your arrival was a truth i believed in but every room i walked into was empty and    you took your time and the shadows in my heart got bigger and bigger and then eventually they were all that was left. if i’m honest a part of me still hoped that maybe i was wrong and you were out there after all and maybe you were writing about the shadows, too                 but i inherited the homesick hearts of three generations of women who waited for something that almost belonged to them but never did                   and i couldn’t hold on to that. if i’ve failed you i’m sorry, but if i’m right about this you’re already on your way home to                      someone else. so i’m saying this here, now, so that i can let go. I forgive you for not knowing the way to me. I forgive every map that led you to a room i’d never walk into. I forgive you for every arrival somewhere else.

Y.Z, an honest letter to a forgotten dream  (via heartcountry)

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Where were you when I was still kind?

Gregory Alan Isakov, “Master & A Hound,” Album: This Empty Northern Hemisphere (via wnq-music)

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What did I do with all the rage he gave me? How much did I eat, did I swallow? What hell did I crawl out of? What did I do with all his flaming tongues? I burned. I burned. I burned. I burned through the sheets until I was clean and new and strange, and the fire never followed me again after that. After my new name, my new face, my new glowing body next to the grave that couldn’t have me.

“Fire,” by Caitlyn Siehl. Published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via alonesomes)

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