“Someone once asked me what depression feels like. I said ‘like a slower way of being dead’ and I know it doesn’t make any sense but that’s just the way it is. laying in bed, unable to move even though there is nothing physically wrong with you doesn’t make much sense either. A family member once asked me why at my age I didn’t have a job. I said ‘i’m sick’ and they said ‘being sad isn’t the same as being sick’ and, yeah, they’re right. being sad ISN’T the same as being sick. i can’t call in sad to work, or to school, or to anywhere else for that matter without being accused of throwing a self-pity party to which the only attendees are me and my sadness which is constantly being invalidated by those who don’t understand it, including me, because I don’t understand my sadness either. it’s difficult to admit this but the ugly truth is i have been sad for so long that I no longer remember what it’s like not be. kind of like when you have a cold and can’t breathe through your nose but instead of not being able to breathe through your nose, you can’t breathe AT ALL and all you can do is wait to suffocate while the people around you ask you what’s wrong but you can’t tell them because it wouldn’t make any sense. It never makes any sense.”
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“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via perfeqt)
“I love your name. (…) I pray it into the night till its letters are light.”
— Carol Ann Duffy, from Name in “Rapture”
moans get a lot of attention and rightly so but - just someone's breath? hearing it change as you touch them, a gasp when you find just the right spot, getting heavier and faster when they get closer, faltering and ceasing for a moment just before they come, panting, then slowing as they wind down, lying against your chest? i am begging
The things that we love tell us what we are. -Aquinas
“What-ifs and could-have-beens were not the way to move forward. She knew that from experience.”
— Judi Fennell
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