“Connection Is Either There Or It’s Not.”

quote from Rosa, Rosa 🌹

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908

Touched by fire scent of smoke you are the sinner I'll love most again tomorrow.

Cole A.

Why is it that the people you want to stay wants to leave and the people you want to leave wants to stay?

Dejaré de creer en la bondad del corazón humano hasta que el mismo ser humano me demuestre lo contrario.

I will stop believing in the goodness of the human heart until the same human being proves me otherwise.

There’s something so bittersweet about August.

About trying to savour those last little bits of the summer. Of the constant ache in your chest. The sunshine. The uncertainty.

I drive by so many empty childhood homes. They look the same, but there’s a solemn silence. You used to live there, remember that? I do.

The summer is ending. The leaves are changing.

But as always, August comes and goes, and with it so do I.

I embrace it, and I embrace you. Crying, and laughing, and saying goodbye with a smile.

(Maybe) I’ll see you again next year

Sincerely,

A girl homesick for a place she hasn’t left yet

warning, im gonna vent a lil

it’s really hard to comprehend how much i truly mean to someone. someone who was there since day one, who i’ve known all my life. they are the only person who knows me inside out and stayed when they saw who i really was. they liked me for me, and they never judged me a day in the years we spent together. how could someone leave after all that time?

all those promises, all those nights they reassured me that they’d never leave. that they’d never abandon me like everyone else did. all those nights i sobbed to them that i was scared that they’d leave, the same nights they’d convince me they were here to stay. even after all that, they still left. all those promises, all the things they had ever said to me meant nothing. i meant nothing to them.

and it’s not cruel that they left, it’s cruel because i wholeheartedly believed them.

The pain is overwhelming and there's nothing I can do or take to stop it. Cutting myself isn't enough.