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You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. |
Warsan Shire (via johnsteinbeck-)
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Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we’ve accomplished. |
Jodi Picoult (via organicallie)
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I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am NOWHERE. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad. |
Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy (via endangerment)
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We feel ashamed of ourselves for the way we cry during sex, or how we can never quite remember whether our toothbrush is blue or green so consequently we always end up using someone else’s. We hate the dimples in our thighs, our buckteeth that show through when we laugh. But we don’t realize is that we try on so many bodies throughout the years; we are all the people we’ve ever been. Like grade school notes passed between classes, we discard some of them. They get thrown in the gutter or driven over by a bus on a rainy day. But there are other bodies, bodies that we keep: these are the notes we treasured the most, the ones with the loopy l’s and dotted i’s, the ones that were stained with oily fingerprints from re-reading them so much. These are the bodies that we eventually grow into and wear like a favorite sweater. These are the ones that remain with us even after we are placed in the ground. |
You Are All The People You’ve Ever Been (via writingsforwinter)
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Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we’ve accomplished. |
Jodi Picoult (via organicallie)
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You leave and I feel the way you do after sex when one person gets out of bed for one reason or another and you lie there pulling the blankets up. That unheld feeling. An empty, achey sleepiness. Not neediness, but a sort of asymmetry, the way you absently finger the empty lobe when you lose one earring. You leave, and I start thinking of ways to leave me, too. |
No Great Illusion / You Leave (via kennedycurse)
