January 2010
20 posts
“came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as...”
– ee cummings.
“a little library, growing larger every year, is an honourable part of a...”
– henry ward beecher
i’m a fighter. i’m not strong and i usually can’t just push through tough situations, instead i fight what i need most. i fight friendships. i fight talking. i fight asking for help. i fight people trying to help me. i fight everything. i fight the people who are closest to me. i fight the people who want to help me. i fight myself. i fight what i need to do. i fight...
“but the blackness in your heart will not last forever… i know it’s tearing you...”
– (via chrisyoungblood)
“sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch...”
– ~winnie the pooh
“there is beauty in the breaking and i’m in a million pieces trying to hold...”
– {broken- lh}
it’s sitting right there. right in the middle of my chest, crushing me. it hurts to breathe sometimes, the crushing weight of all my quietness suffocating me, killing me, destroying me. it’s locked inside tight, only pieces coming out when the silence is overwhelming and i worry that it will be the thing that kills me. talking is the hardest thing in life for me to do. silence...
“i dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
– {practical magic}
i wish she would know she’s good enough. i wish she would know that there’s nothing wrong with her. i wish she would know that he’s the one being selfish. I wish she knew just how much she is worth. i wish i could take the pain away. i wish i could make him see what he is missing, what he is breaking, what he is destroying in his selfishness. i wish i had the answers to...
i felt welcomed. i didn’t feel judged. i felt as if it was ok to sit there silently and yet i also felt it was ok if i wanted to talk. i felt vulnerable, open, exposed and i said nothing. everyone is there for a reason and we talked about how we are all broken. no one is more broken than anyone else, we are simple broken. everyone truly believes that the broken pieces can be molded...
i was so unique/ now i feel skin deep/ i count on the make-up to cover it all/ crying myself to sleep cause i cannot keep their attention/ i thought i could be strong/ but it’s killing me
does someone hear my cry/ i’m dying for new life i want to be beautiful/ make you stand in awe/ look inside my heart/ and be amazed/ i want to hear you say/ who i am is quite enough/ just want to be...
Watchheavy and light {stand by me}
“so, this is my life. and i want you to know that i am both happy and sad and...”
– perks of being a wallflower.
“The earth is speaking to us, but we can’t hear because of all the racket our...”
– Stargirl
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Fear.
One would think that I would be so happy. One would think everything would be perfect. I’m living with my best friend in a safe neighborhood, in our own apartment; my cat is with us, we are near everything I know and I have a job I love. But I’m struggling. I’m struggling with fear.
I feel like the other shoe is going to drop and everything is going to stop being ok....
