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✿ Ladies among flowers ✿

Paintings by Wilhelm Menzler, Hans Zatzka & Charles Amable Lenoir

Wendy Cope, The Orange.

All I can do is write. Spill my heart onto these pages, and pray the ink stains yours.

What can you do?// listlesslylistening  (via wordsnquotes)

Colmar, France

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

Nikos Kazantzakis | Zorba the Greek (via herpaperweight)

Heaven-invading hills are drowned

In wide moving waves of mist,

Phlox before my door are wound

In dripping wreaths of amethyst.

-Sara Teasdale, White Fog

Have people preaching for their partners to be their saviors ever actually had to be that person? When your partner implies that you’re the only person who can fix them, that’s so much pressure forced on you. 

My ex-boyfriend would tell me all his insecurities and his darkest stories and emotions, while he had a therapist, who he told nothing to. Eventually, I had to end it because I couldn’t bear the stress of feeling like his keeper and his only hope. I’m a good listener, and I want to give advice and help, but I’ve got my shit too, and it’s not my job to save someone else.

Also, therapists don’t become therapists for the hell of it. Who would go through years of schooling and still want to listen to horrible stories of trauma and pain and watch the people they help struggle or hurt themselves or kill themselves if they didn’t genuinely care? They have difficulty coping with the emotions that those experiences bring with them, and they are trained professionals. 

Why should I be expected to be capable of doing the same?

y’all need therapy. not girlfriends