Is it possible to stop loving everything? The owl. The hawk. Every person I meet. To see everyone as my mother. To have a heart like this is to be made of midnight. There are always too many questions to ask and not enough time. To love so much is to live within birds. I have been waiting for this heart to fade or at least to kneel.
— Victoria Chang, from “Marfa, Texas,” in The Trees Witness Everything
[image description: an illustration of a knight in a full suit of armor, minus the helmet, standing entangled in a bush of green and yellow leaves. they stand with their head in their hands. their face isn’t visible and their short dark hair falls forward.]
- 𝒉 𝒊 𝒓 𝒂 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉
For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: "Save Your Tears" by The Weeknd. cw: angst, unhappy ending
Heartbreak doesn't leave a scar. It bruises.
It's where I'm tender and black and blue. I can cover it with long sleeves or trousers. I can try to keep it from getting prodded or bumped by the world. But it won't heal.
When I think about what we had—intense and secret and over too quickly—I find myself wondering if it was even real. But then I stumble, and my bruise throbs in protest, and I think for the hundredth time that no scar on my body hurt me the same way you did.
I press a kiss to my bruise, and I wonder if you can feel your own skin tingle in sympathy.
“I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.”
— Charles Bukowski
female awesome meme: 1/5 lead female characters ♡ anne shirley “I’m loved now, but when I wasn’t, it didn’t mean I wasn’t worthy of it. No one but you is allowed to dictate what you’re worth.”
Fiona Campbell-Walter for Lanvin, Corsica, Photo by Georges Dambier, 1954
