[text id: i hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, or a wound that wouldn’t close. (...) if you have forgotten, i hope you know that you are worthy of the kind of love that shines warmth into all corners of you. you always have been. (...) because at the end of the day, the most formidable thing about the right kind of love is that it will not just choose you in all that is light filled and perfect in your world. it will crack you open, it will find the rooms within your heart and your mind that are padlocked and hard to touch, and it will hold you there. it will understand you, and see you, and it will not run from you when the wound is scratched. it will stand firmly in front of you and hold your face between its palms and it will say, “it is okay to be who you are with me.”]

Bianca Sparacino

I hear the soft beat of my heart,

a rainy day's chill makes itself known.

Perhaps gloomy days in which the world is quiet and has less bustling crowds brings peace to my soul.

Being sad and depressed and having a mask on when you’re outside,and as soon as you come home you physically feel that mask falling off,but then you again see someone’s home so you have to put it back on.

-nipuna

Dark academia quote

"Would you peel an orange for me?"

I would peel a pomegranate for you.

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

"Tired" by Langston Hughes.

Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one heart.

@annoyingdreamlanddestiny

fuente: bitterfaces

a pounding in my heart

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."

"Sometimes life is stranger than fiction, but sometimes it's incomparable in other ways. Sometimes it's heaven that the false fire of imagination could never capture."

Before the Coffee Gets Cold

C.S. Lewis once wrote,

"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"

And I think we all needed to hear that.