maybe it’s for the best
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He drinks and he smokes to forget about me, but at the end of the night, when he’s absolutely wasted and faded, he’s crying over me into another girl’s arms. He is yet again reminded that nothing could take away how much it hurt to lose me. No substance, no drug, nothing. I will always live within his mind and within his heart. It is not a choice. He will have to live with the pain that is the loss of something so great, the best he’ll ever have.
v.m (via writingboutyou)
The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible (via theliteraryjournals)
St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, April 16, 1909
There is no calm inside me, no serenity no silence.
Gabriel Gadfly, “Teething.” (via wordsnquotes)
My piece for the upcoming Beauty and the Beast show at Gallery Nucleus. Check it out this Saturday(~April 2) if you’re around LA!