1:23 am

books-n-quotes:

“I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.”

— Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via books-n-quotes)

(Source: booksnquotes.com, via books-n-quotes)

iambrillyant:

“for so long, you’ve broken yourself in half for friendships and relationships that don’t leave you full, but don’t you see that you are worthy of connections that don’t require you to break in order to exist?”

— iambrillyant

violentwavesofemotion:

“I am half afraid to hope for what I long for.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson wr. c. August 1851

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violentwavesofemotion:

“I love you with all the moods and tenses of the verb,”

— Bram Stoker, from The Collected Prose Works; “Dracula,” wr. c. 1897

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violentwavesofemotion:

“I am getting so strong again that I hardly know myself. It is as if I had passed through some long nightmare, and had just awakened to see the beautiful sunshine and feel the fresh air of the morning around me.”

— Bram Stoker, from The Collected Prose Works; “Dracula,” wr. c. 1897

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violentwavesofemotion:

“I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke written c. March 1964

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iambrillyant:

“not everything that comes back to you is meant for you. sometimes things come back as a reminder of just how good you are without them.”

- iambrillyant

writingsforwinter:

Every domestic violence safety plan recommends

not hiding in the kitchen. There are knives in there.

As if the relationship itself weren’t a knife

and you aren’t still running towards it all the time.

In Tanzania, legend has it that witches

ride spotted hyenas instead of brooms.

They are

accomplices to evil.

Think, of being the thing that takes something else

to its destination in a way that doesn’t hurt.

In East Africa, the hyena was the animal

that first brought the sun to earth.

Think, of how he first gave you the sun

in both palms

and then later brought the dark magic

in those same hands.

You miss him

because you were the accomplice

to his crime of turning you inside out.

Now, you see men who look just like him.

Too many to actually be him, some nowhere near

where he would live now.

And your therapist asks a question:

if they were him, would you kiss them

or kill them?

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