“I Thought Once That Gods Are The Opposite Of Death, But I See Now They Are More Dead Than Anything,

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.”

— Sigmund Freud

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (translation by Stephen Mitchell)

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from “Reborn”, Sin

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

No offense but how are girls so damn pretty like I can’t go one day w/o seeing a girl so pretty that i’m partially reborn like no offense but can girls really chill.

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Reblog if you need to scream

I think it's fine to have an unacceptable view or two like no one is ever going to agree with you on everything lmaoooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaoovifugjgugjjfjjuuuuuuuuuuuuu sorry started practicing throat singing oooouuuuggghhhhhhhhguuuuhhhhhhhhuhhhh

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra