This is what our dying looks like. You believe in the sun. I believe I can't love you.
Another Elegy by Jericho Brown
““I think you are having a different sort of heartbreak. Maybe a kind of heartbreak of being in the world when you don’t know how to be. If that makes any sense?” - Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces”
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I don't want to speak or stay anymore. My younger self had wings that were light but now it's growing heavier and heavier. All the feathers are falling off and then get blown in the sky dancing with the wind. I do speak and i do stay or for a while at least. But this dark and monstrous weather is making it hard for me to be the little girl who loves to dance in the rain or gets excited when sees a butterfly and do not give a care when sees a cat.
I'm at this moment, confused.
bug stamps
Just a bunch of cats 🎈
If my body could sprak; "eat" by blythe baird // ocean voung // pinterest // ? // @ibvyache // holly warburton // @star-eaters @antidecay // @chenchenwrites on twitter // domenico fiasella // hum, hum by mary oliver
“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
musings on loneliness
sylvia plath, nickie zimov, charles bukowski, masashi kishimoto, haruki murakami, holly warburton, charles bukowski, the beatles, nigel van wieck, marta zamarska, sylvia plath, van gogh
And here we go one more day. And again. And again.