“I’m Like That. Either I Forget Right Away Or I Never Forget.”

Every time I break someone’s heart I know My time will come My heart will be revenged So please know I’m not happy either

hella-james  (via wordsnquotes)

I keep bandaids with me bc none had any for me when I needed them growing up. “Be who you needed when you were little.”

Who I needed was someone to acknowledge my pain and offer me ways to heal; I needed someone who would help me without thinking twice, without complaint, without guilt tripping. I needed to be cared for. Not just put a roof over my head.

I don’t quite know, how to say, how I feel.

Snow Patrol, “Chasing Cars”  (via wordsnquotes)

For Calming a Distracted Mind

You will need:

A children’s spinning top, as small as you like.

A pink or green scarf.

Timing:

When you get home and can’t relax

The spell:

Start the top spinning faster and faster, saying, “Whirling and spinning, I am not winning in clearing my mind; it is unkind. Thoughts haunt and taunt me with matters unfinished and tasks undiminished.”

Slow down the top with you hand, saying, “Slowing your spinning, at least I am winning. Slowing my mind and soon i will find the whirling will stop and i can get off.”

When the top has stopped spinning, wrap it in the scarf, knot the scarf ends three times, and say, “Out of sight, out of mind, life unwinds and softly binds me into stillness, calm, and peace, the day has ceased.”

Put the top away in a cupboard until you need to do the spell again.

“1001 Spells: The Complete Book of Spells For Every Purpose,” by Casandra Eason

@sophia-the-weird

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map—And there is no road.

Anne sexton

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Jillian Medoff,  Hunger Point. (via wordsnquotes)

I was happy. I loved the night, I loved it so much it almost hurt. In the night everything seemed possible. I wasn’t sleepy at all.

Banana Yoshimoto, Asleep (via books-n-quotes)

brutal — for the lovers without happy endings ( listen )

love isn’t soft, like those poets say. love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

Sometime I feel like I don’t know who I am. Like I can’t understand my own emotions. Who could love me like this? With seawalls against parts of me so thick even I can’t understand why the waves are breaking. But I stand here, wind whipping around me, wind whipping through me, and I remember my power. I am the storm. I am difficult to handle, perhaps impossible to entirely comprehend. But it is my nature. I will embrace it. Beginning to break down the walls, letting my power flow.

J.H.

(via verisimilines)