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"It's ten steps in and a hundred miles back out."

Language is what honors the vanishing.
Or is language what slows the leaving?
Or does it only deepen what we know of loss?

Inside us, constellations,
bit thread knotted into night’s black drape.
There are no right words,
if by right we mean perfect,
if by perfect we mean able to save us.

-From "The Failure of Language" by Jacqueline Berger

“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go.”

— Cheryl Strayed (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via life-with-kate-and-dogs)

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Inside of my brain
there’s a forest of
and pathways leading
to mathematical equations,
the combination to the lock on my garage,
and the way your jacket smelled
when you wrapped it around me
that night in December.
I was so desperate
to cut all of the trees

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“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

— E.E. Cummings (via skeletales)

(Source: indigogypsies, via skeletales)

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“When a relationship is over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.”

— Dean Steed (via fridakathykahlo)

(Source: daughterofzami, via thinned-skin)

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“I’m saying your name on
the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal
covered with frost, your name like a music that’s
been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud,
a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails
in wind and the slap of waves on the hull
of a boat that’s sinking to the sound of mermaids
singing songs of love, and the tug of a simple
profound sadness when it sounds so far away.”

Richard Siken, “Saying Your Name.” (via literarymiscellany)

(via alonesomes)

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Made fajitas so bad that I’m hunched over in actual pain and my tongue is swollen. So disgusting. I can’t right now. I literally can’t. How do you cook? Where could I have possibly gone wrong??

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Two-Minute Personality Test
By Jonathan Safran Foer

What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest…

(via angryasianfeminist)

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Oh my fuck my heart can’t even go down a flight of stairs today without jumping up to 140 bpm. I swear if I’m going to go back to existing with a resting heart rate of 170 I’m going to be livid.

2:28 pm

Every time I am lost
I look for you
in crowds rushing past.
It is a sick sense of security
having a person.
My ninety-one year old grandmother
wakes up before her memory
and looks to her left,
imaging the ghost that
partnered her for sixty-six years.

You were the coffee stain
I never quite got out.
Three years chasing shadows
and half-hearted I love you’s.
I am drawing blood
imaging you
loving someone new.
This was never supposed to be anything.
This was never supposed to mean anything.

Michelle K., My Mother Tells Me I Ramble. (via michellekpoems)

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“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”

— Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey into Night (via beautyisanillusion)

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“If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.”

 Andrea Gibson

(Source: psych-facts, via eletheowl)

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HongKong by SamAlive on Flickr.

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