i miss u
“I am not writing, rather whispering in your ear. You are still with me. I hear your voice, I swim in the light of your eyes. I lean on your shoulder, I eat with you, I press your hand which lies like a bird in my hand who has no desire to fly.
— Mahmoud Darwish in a letter to Tamar Ben Ami
Looks like we can’t isolate, ignore, ibuprofen our way out of this one boys
creemore, ontario david herzog + should have known better, sufjan stevens
Sometimes I want to let the mental illness consume me fully so I can stop fighting and not be exhausted anymore. Sometimes I want to give up and feel the release.
I’m worried he’ll always feel like home even if I eventually stop loving him he will still be home
lonely people are like nooooo i love the silence i love being by myself and then you ask them how their day has been and they tear up a bit
i want to rip the pain out
Margaret Atwood
except when all is lost where do you go
can i sleep on your chest? i'm sleepy
i like to imagine that finding true love will be like stepping into a house i've never been to before and finding out i can navigate it with the lights off, in the pitch black dark. like coming home
I’ll Give You the Sun, Jandy Nelson