"The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind."
— Caroline Myss (via loveyourchaos)
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"I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind."
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via look-to-the-trees)
(via uniscorn)
"Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."
— Marc Hack (via skeletongarden)
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"I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up"
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up"
— Shane Koyczan, The Student (via loveyourchaos)
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"
They hang around, hitting on your friends
or else you never hear from them again.
They call when they’re drunk, or finally get sober,
they’re passing through town and want dinner,
they take your hand across the table, kiss you
when you come back from the bathroom.
They were your loves, your victims,
your good dogs or bad boys, and they’re over
you now. One writes a book in which a woman
who sounds suspiciously like you
is the first to be sadistically dismembered
by a serial killer. They’re getting married
and want you to be the first to know,
or they’ve been fired and need a loan,
their new girlfriend hates you,
they say they don’t miss you but show up
in your dreams, calling to you from the shoe boxes
where they’re buried in rows in your basement.
Some nights you find one floating into bed with you,
propped on an elbow, giving you a look
of fascination, a look that says I can’t believe
I’ve found you. It’s the same way
your current boyfriend gazed at you last night,
before he pulled the plug on the tiny white lights
above the bed, and moved against you in the dark
broken occasionally by the faint restless arcs
of headlights from the freeway’s passing trucks,
the big rigs that travel and travel,
hauling their loads between cities, warehouses,
following the familiar routes of their loneliness.
— Kim Addonizio, “Ex-Boyfriends” (via fleurishes)
(via writingsforwinter)
"Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via loveyourchaos)
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