Do Yall Ever Get Things Stuck In Your Head Like Not Lyrics Or Anything Like That But Just Random Phrases

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“Heartbreak is not always blood and crushed ribs and waking up in the middle of the night because you were choking on your own tears in your sleep. Sometimes it’s simply standing in the middle of the supermarket, trying not to throw up on the floor and attempting to stop your teeth from chattering and figuring out which loaf of bread you’re getting a better deal on at the same time.”

— (via extrasad)

"We are a society of notoriously unhappy people: lonely, anxious, depressed, destructive, dependent — people who are glad when we have killed the time we are trying so hard to save."

-Erich Fromm; To Have or To Be? 

What the Living Do, Marie Howe

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Frantic in my fury I had no time for decisions; I only remembered that death in battle is glorious.

- Virgil, The Aeneid

“People sometimes think of themselves as a picture that matches / an invented longing:”

— Mary Jo Bang, “The Earthquake She Slept Through” from The Last Two Seconds (via smokefalls)

To the night sky that distract me and keep me going through the darkest of nights:

In the dark of the night

with only the untethered moon and I awake

I look up at her in all her glory and wonder what she thinks of me

Does she think I am valiant or a coward to run away from myself?

She is all I can think about at night

I want to drink moonlight and feel her liquid electric love

I watch the moon grow piece by piece night after night

It goes through seven phases to be called full, whole

It makes me think I grow piece by piece as well

Unveiling myself with every passing night under Andromeda

I have to go through seven phases of life before becoming whole as well

Thinking is overrated

Why would you think about things and make yourself mournful?

I feel like a fugitive to my thoughts when I think because my thoughts are far too wide for my tiny empty head

Kiss my forehead and break me free from this rock like the Chained lady

The moonlight kisses my face

Her beauty intoxicates me and I'm bewitched

See the stars surrounding the moon making the sky twinkle?

They are the precious little things in life, your lights

I ask the moon how much longer I can hold on without crumbling

I think the number of stars in the sky is the answer

Count the starts with me while I trace constellations on your arm

So what do I do when the moon falls and the stars dissolve into nothing?

Do I live by the clouds and sunlight outlining them

Making the sky look like heaven in hiding

Or do I slip away with the moon as it disappears meeting the horizon at its end?

The night falls but she waits a little longer

I wonder if that's her way of reassuring me that she'll always be there behind the silver clouds watching

I open my heart everytime I see the moon shine in all her glory

My heart has been torn out and put back together just to get torn again

Yet I stand looking at the star laced sky waiting for it to be fixed or torn again

tear stitch tear stitch tear

It's put together when she's looking over me and gets torn when she's gone again but I will wait right there for her to come back

Forever and always, hers

“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.” ──Taylor Jenkins Reid