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“To make a difference in someone’s life You don’t have to be brilliant, rich, beautiful or perfect. You just have to care.”
— Unknown
“She felt dangerously powerful, she loved, she knew love, everything else paled.”
— Anna Delbee
“I see him. / He is exactly / the poem / I wanted to write.”
— Mary Oliver, White Heron Rises Over Blackwater
“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.”
— Yohji Yamamoto
And you. you. you..
“It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful. I’m not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.”
— Warsan Shire
When you find your people you’ll still look over your shoulder sometimes to see if you’re being followed. You’re hoping one or two people you don’t know will want to see where you’re going. When you find your people they won’t ask you where you came from because they’ll already know & if they don’t they’ll be busy putting good food on your plate & asking you if you’re hungry or broke. When you find your people they’ll tell you to use any bathroom you want, marry anybody you want, work side-by-side for long hours with full wages without any fear of being harmed. When you find your people they’ll throw their star to you, offer you their love song & say you need to listen to this dance & shine with us whether or not you know all the steps. When you find your people they’ll say Do You Remember & you’ll say Yes until you remember together the different ways the whole thing happened. When you find your people they’ll say wear whatever you want, wear the tightest dress, wear your hot pants, your fishnets, your damn birthday suit. They’ll say we love your black skin & drag & fat & natural hair & we love you from your roots so please just live & don’t let anybody kill you or tell you they’ve killed you & you’re just fine the dead way you are. When you find your people don’t leave them & don’t let them off the hook when they are in the wrong. When they are trying to take themselves out of the world lay your hands on them & call them yours & yours & yours. When you find your people be sure you’ve been preparing your difficult heart by loving yourself, & what you pretend you don’t know you actually do, so that when you see your kin smiling into your eyes, the soft or tough flags of their hands covering yours in a truth so light & fierce, you see you all have been midair for some time, & could go higher, & burn some shit up, if you remembered what else is good, everywhere & everywhere you look.
— Rachel Eliza Griffiths, “Chosen Family,” in Seeing the Body
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
“You don’t need to explain yourself to other people, and you don’t need an excuse for being yourself.”
— Unknown
“I have it all wrong / but I’m somehow alive.”
— Alex Dimitrov, from “Poem Written in a Cab,” in Love and Other Poems
“They may not have loved you, but they did change you. They taught you. They grew you.”
— Bianca Sparacino
““Can I see you again” is such a sweet thing to say.”
— Unknown
@lettucefather merry (very late) evolutionmas! i drew the tmi characters as moths/butterflies
bpd makes me love others the way i myself crave to be loved. entirely, blindly, obsessively, overall crazily.
this type of love is unsustainable but i've never been shown how to love healthily, and reasonable love from others never feels like enough.
bpd love is on a whole other level. intense as fuck. we love with every fiber of our being. we give our souls to strangers. we empty our heart out to help others. we pour from a cup that's empty. we always have more to give. it's why we're so easily taken advantage of
bpd love is on a whole other level. intense as fuck. we love with every fiber of our being. we give our souls to strangers. we empty our heart out to help others. we pour from a cup that's empty. we always have more to give. it's why we're so easily taken advantage of
“The past may shape us, but it doesn’t define us. We have the power to change our own story.”
— Mona Kasten, Feel Again
“Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.”
— Ram Dass
“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”
— Kim Culbertson
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@el-huddpudd for your poetry tag 💜
“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
— Anne Sexton
“I don’t hold on to anything anymore. Pain comes at me and I take it, chew it for a few minutes, and spit it back out. It’s just not my thing anymore.”
— Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
“Soon you’ll realize that many people will love the idea of you but will lack the maturity to handle the reality of you.”
— Reyna Biddy
The beginning and the end
After randomly playing a song, everything started there, but now it’s the end. a new beginning is coming….
I fail to what we had
Not wanting us to go back
nice-looking ripped presence
Gloomy puppet with her controllable player
Images glancing to find her ways out
an Irresistible love with doubts
Everything going upstairs to the unknown being
Refusing to believe what was unseeing
When we first met emotions isolation
At a corner alongside expectations
we told each other we never find a closure
At the beginning, it was a lovely explosion
Is it me or you who roll that lighter dice
Earliest treads when we faced the eyes
Beautifully either cruel stabbing to my heart
Is it my mistake or yours, my love
Devout rain was frequently hitting extremely
Recognizing rainbows will arrive at the scene
Even so, I’m here gratefully dancing
like a butterfly peacefully landing
Forever and ever be remembered
Who wrote so many phrases
Back to the sadness of December