Today I’ve realized that I have to choose between to be stuck forever or being in pain for a while and finally heal.
Sleeping Bacchant by Károly Lotz (19th Century)
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
—Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot
I found more sisterhood on strangers than in my own home. -P
— Eduardo C. Corral
i think everyone needs a god of some kind. and by that i don’t strictly mean religion. you need something that’s bigger than yourself, that you can anchor yourself to whenever you feel lost—whether it be nature, the moon, the sea…
It wasn’t commitment fear, it was abandonment fear. There is a big difference but in the end it only means loneliness. -P
Bucky Barnes:
Draco Malfoy: