“What-ifs And Could-have-beens Were Not The Way To Move Forward. She Knew That From Experience.”

“—in that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of “XIX. From the Archaic to the Fast Self”, in Autobiography of Red

Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

“I wanted nothing more than to feel something, but I didn’t know how to deal with what came after the feeling.”

— Julie Murphy

“Sometimes it takes sadness to know happiness, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence.”

— Unknown (via marijuanamodels)

https://iglovequotes.net/

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson

““I had to learn to live without you and I couldn’t make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.” - R.M. Drake”

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Maybe I will miss the comfort of my own home when I fly away to a new one to make it my own. I will miss how the light used to pour into my room in the evenings, or how I used to take a shower while those sunrays soaked my body more than the water ever did. I will miss watching myself act out music videos in the bathroom mirror while I'm taking a shower. I may miss the cold breeze of early winter and the hot showers I took then. But one thing I know for sure, is that I will try to find beauty wherever I go.

Whatever space I fill, wherever in the world that may be, I will always find things to be grateful for. I will find beauty in mundane activities.

That is the promise I'm making to myself inorder to feel alive, and not just be it.

“ August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. ”

— Sylvia Plath