They weren’t ready for you. Their loss. You glow regardless.
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— ijustmakethebiscuits
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What does it mean if you’ve thought about a person every day since you met
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About to be the third post to reach the 1k mark :)
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I wish I could be angry
I wish I could fight, call my sense back to me and listen to the words I give to others
I wish I had rage flowing through my blood instead of this bittersweet sadness rotting at my boness"
— the-writers-owl
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You open your arms, you say to them, ‘here we are now, here we go, I’m setting you free’.
Make no mistake this is as much about you as it is about them.
You take a deep breath, you smile, and you walk away.
It’s okay if tomorrow you feel like a part of you has been surgically removed with an infected instrument; we have antibiotics nowadays. It’s alright to miss what you had. But the point is you have to look to the future, you can’t be forever stuck in the past.
Today is gloomy, tomorrow may well be bright. Today your arms feel empty; give it a dozen cycles of the moon; they’ll feel full again.
Please, excuse my shadow. I can’t
stop leaving. I don’t know how
to name what I don’t knowwell enough to render
in a single sitting. Every poem
about us seems an impossible labor,like forgetting the face
of the sea, or trying to find
a more perfect name for water.— Joshua Bennett, from “Still Life With Little Brother,” The Sobbing School
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— Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)
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