May 2013
10 posts
The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the...
– Caroline Myss (via loveyourchaos)
Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty.
And sometimes...
– Yasmin Mogahed (via hellanne)
April 2013
12 posts
Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my...
– Sylvia Plath (via seabois)
You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.
– Richard Brostoff, from “Grief” (via mirroir)
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I...
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
via foxesinbreeches (via frenchtwist)
You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.
– (via natashakills)
I’m still writing about you and you haven’t read a word.
– Travis Grandt (via ofcoursei)
I think we seek out people who we hope will fix what our childhood broke.
– Yasmin Mogahed (via perfect)
March 2013
25 posts
And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
– Edgar Allan Poe (via heartique)
I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.
– Margaret Atwood (via thatkindofwoman)
No matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in...
– Dan Campbell (via wordsthat-speak)
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
– Sylvia Plath (via nad5at)
Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply...
– Paulo Coelho (via wah-mos)
Give me that dark moment I will carry it everywhere
like a mouthful of rain.
– Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures (Harcourt Brace, 1995)
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired....
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via petrichour)
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we...
– Henri J.M. Nouwen (via pikeys)
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to...
– Warsan Shire (via cavum)
The scars healed over into poems.
– 6-Word Story #36 (via writingsforwinter)
February 2013
26 posts
You never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via meowlita)