my last sigh

That’s the thing about heart break. It’s the smallest of worlds ending. Everyone goes around you smiling, like it’s nothing to close a door.
Clementine von Radics (via hollyflowers)

If I am lonely in this bed
then I must be doing something right.
Turn over, belly up, legs in the sheets, then out.
Too many nights kissing my pillow,
the back of my hand. Lip-shaped welts
on my arms, the crease of my elbow.
I think this is sadness, what I feel
when I wake up after dreaming of his hands
pressing against my hips.

Kristina Haynes, “The Poet Loses Her Mind” (via fleurishes)

i want a puppy or a kitten to cuddle with.

my friend just told me that i’m his leslie knope, ann perkins, and aziz all in one.

flying saucer blues. oh, nothing changed, you still left.

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, Living By The Word   (via beautyisanillusion)

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