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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

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)

8:20 am  1,711 notes

“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)

3:40 pm  43,840 notes

adorus:

HongKong by SamAlive on Flickr.

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“I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in…but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

(Source: stxxz.us, via eletheowl)

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“I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin.”

— Sandra Cisneros 

(Source: shaefierce, via rock-the-socks)

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crydaisy:


“This series is based on the drawings made by snails on the wet sand in the inter-tidal zone. They are part of an ongoing series of works involving collaboration between the snails and me. I choreograph the snails’ starting positions, and then photograph the marks they make over time.
I tend to think of the snail pieces as a metaphor for the order we establish in our lives, and how the element of chance enters in to shape the result -regardless of how much we attempt to structure it.”  Daniel Renalli, Snail Drawings Series (1995-Present)

This is sO COOL

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Remember that time at 6:45 this morning that I announced it was going to be a bad day?

Well it was way worse than I anticipated. I need to work on listening to the omens. This week is going to suck.

10:27 pm

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mother, do you follow?
mother, do I lead?
mother, I have swallowed the pomegranate seed.

8:20 am  207,883 notes

Come on, Shae, out of bed. What the fuck. Move yer tuckus. It’s the first day and damn it to hell if you’re going to be late on day 1.

Also: I stayed up all night in severe pain from multiple blisters and open wounds on my feet. This day already sucks.

6:49 am  1 note

A Favor

writingsforwinter:

I mentioned this earlier and feel bad repeating it, but over the past 4 or 5 years I have struggled with severe depression, this year beginning to take meds but in just the past few months I have had several hospital trips because of it.

I am trying to pay my parents back for the visit and also…

12:14 am  251 notes

s.t.