“You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with a love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.”—T.B. LaBerge (via wethinkwedream)
“All the self-destructive stuff I did to myself when I was younger was vital, and I did it to stay alive. So therefore it was all good. The only time it’s not good is when it hurts anybody else. Short of that, anything you do to make yourself OK, is OK.”—John Darnielle (Rolling Stone)
“There are planets so far away from ours that no scientist will ever guess that they exist, let alone know the stories of their civilizations, their beginnings and ends. They’re not being kept secret from us, but they’re secret all the same.”—Wolf in White Van | John Darnielle | 2014
“I’m still sorry about it all. I hope the walls don’t talk about me. I hope the stairwells stopped creaking my name. I know I’ve got a lightning rod spine, and it hurts to stand up for anything anymore, but in my defense, I never did get your letters. The ones where you explain your silence when I asked what your nightmares were about months ago. The ones where you say they were always about losing me. It’s been so long, and I don’t know what Everests are taking your breath away, but I’ll take this feeling and drop it like an avalanche that couldn’t hold on anymore. That is to say I’ll still love you, but now I’ll just do it quietly. Did you know that there’s a place in Istanbul where the light pours in through the mosques and everyone there becomes holy at the same time? I meet you there every time my eyes close. When I check my messages, I listen for your voice first. I’ll miss you always. Come back home when it gets too dark.”—Y.Z, did you name the ache I left with you? (via rustyvoices)
“Our reluctance to say sorry when we’ve been wrong often causes more harm than our original offense. We argue, we gaslight. We force the person we’ve harmed to justify, over and over again, their right to feel hurt by our actions, and then we still deny them that. We make them the enemy, we become the injured party. We demand apologies for having to think of ourselves as less than good people. And we don’t learn.”—But What If You’re Wrong? 5 Rules For Apologizing Like A Grownup - xoJane (via brutereason)
“When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.”—How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via foreveragoforemma)
“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”—Frida Kahlo (via allmymetaphors)
This is actually “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell” by Marty McConnell. Such an amazing poem.
The clock towers fall
and the pendulums stop swinging.
Your hands open up
like Pandora’s box.
The world is ending inside
of every dream where
we stop kissing.
I wake up so violently
my hands turn into
across the floor of
You’re gentle in the way you can’t stay,
and all of your ghosts lay their
head down on my chest
until I know what their sadness
You’re not paying attention,
so you never hear it.
(it’s the wind when you open
the door to come home and
forget that I’m there.
it’s when I ask you how your
day was and
answering someone else in your head.
it’s when my heart breaks
and you like the way
when I’m hopeless).
You say that you’re tired
and you’ll hold me right in
but you don’t come through
and my ankles ache
from the weight of all your emptiness.
I hear Achilles turn in his sleep.
He didn’t know it would hurt this way.
He thought the fall was the worst of it,
but it turns out it’s after,
when no one shows up to watch
“It’s saying no. That’s your first hint that something’s alive. It says no. That’s how you know a baby is staring to turn into a person. They run around saying no all day, throwing their aliveness at everything to see what’ll stick to. You can’t say no if you don’t have desires and wants and opinions of your own. You wouldn’t even want to. No is the heart of thinking.”—The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two by Catherynne M Valente (via wellconstructedsentences)