Sometimes when you’re young, you think nothing can hurt you – it’s like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you when you make big plans to find your perfect patch, the one who completes you. But as you get older you realize it’s not always that easy. It’s not until the end of your life that you realize the plans you made were simply plans. But, at the end when you’re looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you; you want to believe that you’re leaving something good behind; you want it all to have mattered.
Just because you’re unhappy doesn’t mean you can’t laugh at funny things and marvel at beautiful things and enjoy happy moments. You can still do happy things even if you are unhappy.
It’s easy to feel uncared for when people aren’t able to communicate and connect with you in the way you need. And it’s so hard not to internalize that silence as a reflection on your worth. But the truth is that the way other people operate is not about you. Most people are so caught up in their own responsibilities, struggles, and anxiety that the thought of asking someone else how they’re doing doesn’t even cross their mind. They aren’t inherently bad or uncaring — they’re just busy and self-focused. And that’s okay. It’s not evidence of some fundamental failing on your part. It doesn’t make you unloveable or invisible. It just means that those people aren’t very good at looking beyond their own world. But the fact that you are — that despite the darkness you feel, you have the ability to share your love and light with others — is a strength. Your work isn’t to change who you are; it’s to find people who are able to give you the connection you need. Because despite what you feel, you are not too much. You are not too sensitive or too needy. You are thoughtful and empathetic. You are compassionate and kind. And with or without anyone’s acknowledgment or affection, you are enough.
Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
I don’t
even know
what we talk about
I just listen
to the sound of his voice
and to his laugh
and to the sound
of him listening
to me.
Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
They say every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving, maybe I’m going home.
Drugs may kill you, but they’ll never break your heart.
I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.
I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.
But then I realized I was holding onto something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we could wish all day long that they didn’t, but they always will.
It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.
Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it.
Tou know what? Fuck the saying “no one will love you until you love yourself.” that’s bullshit. Loving yourself is fucking difficult. Fuck that saying because you could totally hate yourself but someone else could find you completely breathtaking. Just because you don’t love yourself doesn’t mean someone won’t want to show you what there is to love.
So do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.
I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.
My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.
I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up.
I stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let go.
I know
nothing
but I am here to learn.
The greatest prison that people live in is the fear of what other people think.
I am tired of
reaching into myself
and pulling out pieces
of you.
you were killing me but
i kissed you anyway
I felt my heart fall
out of my chest
every time I saw you
and my lungs
collapsed in on
themselves whenever
we touched
and my throat closed
up when I heard you
laugh.
I write because you exist.
I saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine – were slow in recognition.
I wonder if he remembers what I once told him.
I will love you forever.
He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply.
But I am so afraid you may one day stop.
Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I ever will.
I’d choose you. Every goddamned time.
you have only
seen yourself
two times
taking a picture
and looking at the
image and staring
in the mirror and
looking at your
reflection
you don’t get to see
the way your eyes
light up when you talk
about something
you love
and you can never
see how beautiful
you look when you
really smile
it’s really is kinda
sad that never
actually seen yourself
but I can promise you
I will be here everyday
to tell you what i see
My eyelids are heavy,
but my thoughts are heavier.
Dearest,
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.
V.
Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others.
If someone tells you you’re beautiful, you tell them they are too. If someone says they love you, decide if they mean it before you say it in return. If a boy tells you he’d date you if you didn’t smoke, light a cigarette and walk away. If your mother screams at you because she’s had a bad day, close your eyes and leave her to her anger. If last nights lover doesn’t call you back, do not cry and blame yourself.
I am terrified of this dark thing that sleeps inside me.
None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
You can’t just replace someone you care about with some other random person.