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Dream & Remember

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.

—Sylvia Plath  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: blackestdespondency, via thatkindofwoman)

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

—Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: quotethat, via thatkindofwoman)


"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?""Try to keep on the right side of the sidewalk."


"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?"
"Try to keep on the right side of the sidewalk."

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air (via theperksofbeingcarling)

(via hereticnarrative)

I exist in two places,
here and where you are.

Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems (1965-1975)

(Source: honeysighs, via lait-de-rose)

The best feeling in the world is knowing your presence and absence both mean something to someone.

—Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: psych-facts, via thatkindofwoman)

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

—Victor Hugo (via man-of-prose)

(via lait-de-rose)

May I write words more naked than flesh,
stronger than bone, more resilient than
sinew, sensitive than nerve.

—Sappho (via hereticnarrative)

(Source: oktoberlyons, via hereticnarrative)

I’m scared you will realize I’m just bones and questions and leave me for something solid.

—Clementine von Radics (via hereticnarrative)

(Source: clementinevonradics, via hereticnarrative)

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald dated Summer 1931. (via hereticnarrative)

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