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“But pretending isn’t just for kids. When you’re older you pretend too. You pretend that everything is okay.”
— text message calliegschwindgunnellswrites
calliegschwindgunnellswrites reblogged
“Loneliness isn’t an empty room - It is the crowded room you’re not in.”
calliegschwindgunnellswrites reblogged
“every night I make sure you’re my last thought and I think of the placement of the lines in your face with each changing expression so if I’m lucky enough to dream of you tonight I won’t miss any details and if I die in my sleep tonight at least your face will be the last thing I see fading into stars and then the featureless void”
— I’m tired of missing you (c.d.g)
calliegschwindgunnellswrites reblogged
“you were a fever and soaked in desire like kerosene your soul was living in a perpetual fire burning for the unseen we all seek the unattainable that’s why I find you in my dreams and pretend I am the match you held between your teeth but I was the ocean mostly unexplored I was the waves smothering your flames you were fighting the current to burn and this is when I learned some people don’t want to be saved”
— “the fever” (c.d.g) © (via calliedellanogschwindwrites)
calliegschwindgunnellswrites reblogged
“If someone is happy, let them smile for hours and laugh until they cry. If someone is sad, let them cry and sit and stare at walls. If someone is angry, let them throw fists at the world. We are allowed to feel all ranges of emotion. Let people talk about it. Let people feel it. STOP TELLING PEOPLE THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FEEL. It’s okay to be in love. It’s okay to be broken. It’s okay to be mad as hell. It’s even okay to be all of these things at once.”
— just in case you forgot / just in case you didn’t know calliedellanogschwindwrites (via calliedellanogschwindwrites)
There’s nothing louder than the silence between two people who have nothing more to say and nothing more to give.
Thoughts
"Then I think I have a best friend but then they have a best friend. Then I realize that I don't really fit in anywhere in that equation. I have friends sometimes. And sometimes I don't."
calliegschwindgunnellswrites reblogged
It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.
calliegschwindgunnellswrites reblogged
I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.
Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice (via wordsnquotes)
Source: thequotejournals.com
Sometimes it feels like pieces are missing
and all the heartache that's dissipated
I am no longer meant to write about...
and I really don't know how to turn something that doesn't burn into my soul with fierce stinging into beauty.
I only knew how to spin words about tragedies that were waiting to happen -
About blue eyes before sunrise,
And lies,
The fingers that burned on my hips that were thrusting desire and self hatred.
I was sad because I wanted to be.
I wanted to fucking drown in it.
Maybe I'm only a poet when everything is broken.
But, I am almost whole again.
And maybe there are no words left.
happiness isn't poetry
Anonymous asked:
Oh wow congrats on being a mom now. So excited to see that you're back!
Thank you! I am slowly getting back. There is not enough time in the day sometimes, but im starting to feel like myself again and that's what I needed.
calliegschwindgunnellswrites reblogged
The world says we need more,
but the truth is we’re drowning
in too much;
we don’t know what’s real,
we can’t feel.
we eat without tasting,
drink without quenching our thirst;
we touch each other without feeling;
we think we need more,
one more thing to make it all right,
but what we really need
is to let go,
to undress, strip down,
become raw;
we need to be so simple
a glass of water
will taste like an ocean,
and a watermelon
will taste like a sugar palace.
The welling of detestation is making home in your belly.
It's stabbing your gut and twisting the knife deeper.
It's in your veins now -
flooding into the most cavernous part of your soul.
It becomes you.
Your face is red and flushed -
counting down the minutes until it all releases and you can scream -
scream until your voice cracks into a whimper of defeat...
We have lost.
Hate was so much easier to harbor.
Easier to express.
It makes love unidentifiable, unworkable and untrustworthy.
But it has consumed us.
don't give hate a home.
The most wonderful thing about expansive and empty spaces
is how everything reverberates
So SCREAM
that
you
are
not
alone
Resonate
I'm not so sure everything can be saved now...
And if it can be saved, does it want to be?
Do Not Resuscitate
It's been quiet for a long time.
Has it been over a year?
Anyways, it's starting to get loud in there again.
So loud.
Everything aches to speak.
"It's been a while."
"Yes. It has."
"It's time to start writing again."
"Why? I'm never going to get published."
"We don't write to be heard by the world, darling. We write to survive."
I almost forgot.
it's been a while dying
Anonymous asked:
After reading your poem about hands I've had a newfound appreciation for them ever since. I was thinking about it today, and it made me want to revisit this page. I hope all is well.
All is well. All is well. Just on a very long hiatus called motherhood. It's time to write again.