Tonight I find it to be a struggle, because I’m so used to wrapping my arms around you to feel reassurance that you’re mine. It’s all to strange to feel, I lost it. I just want you here, I just want you to love me, and I need you. It’s what my mind is thinking while it’s shoving me to crack, but I know my heart is done and broken. My mind is just obsessed with you, and your words.
I no longer feel the pounding on my chest, and the nauseous feeling sitting in my gut. the clarification of, what you wanted! was what I was asking for, what I needed… Making me sorry for smothering you, but now that its settled. My mind is at rest, And I can finally lay my head to rest; without over thinking and analyzing a situation to drive me insane. goodnight and sweet dreams my dear, for tomorrow we start as friends.
I’m like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.
Junot Díaz, This is How You Lose Her (via creativecloud)
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via larmoyante)
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.
Chuck Palahniuk (via venula)
Apart of me is letting go, but the other is making me filled with depression. even though you’re everything to me, and now I’m the one sitting with a lump in my chest it does suck to feel this pain once again after so long of protecting everything within. I just want to forget, I just want it erased, or rewind time at that.