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“i hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a family party. i hope you can hear the laughter from the next room.”

i needed to be somewhere different. maybe i needed to be someone different, too.

„manchmal wollen wir uns nicht besser fühlen, wir weigern uns zu heilen, denn dieser schmerz, ist die letzte verbindung, die uns noch vereint.“

wenn ich mich das nächste mal verliebe, ist es vielleicht hoffentlich in mich.

"you never apologized to me for hurting me, but i apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it."

*deepest sigh*

“i was born as a soft, tender, warm girl and will keep that girl inside of me until i die. i owe her life, i owe her compassion and love, i owe her moments where i cuddle her and kiss her head softly. owe her this much.”

"i want to leave as soon as i can. i think i was born with a suitcase." - sherman alexie

a woman will return, looking for the girl she was. - louise glück

"she wanted to say 'don't leave me,' but she couldn't do it, not again. she was so tired of begging people to love her." - kristin hannah

"i am destroying myself so other people can't," she said," and it's the worst kind of control but it's the only form i know."

"most days i am a museum of things i want to forget." - E.E. scott

"i wasn't always this ugly / it's just the world on my body" - sara borjas

...and i can't ever talk about it. she said. i can't and i won't. i can only cry or scream it. - sue zhao

i don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. even when i feel nothing, i feel it completely. - sylvia plath

“i feel as if i’m made to understand but not to be understood.”

you are allowed to grieve over the child you could've been

some days, i feel everything at once. other days, i feel nothing at all. i don't know what's worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst. - o.m.

“she never looked nice: she looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something”

you still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn't satisfy you as much as it used to. you still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago. - alida nugent

| i might be the writer but you’ll always be the words | - ben maxfield