writing4coffee:

megthemariner:

@ryebreadgf / The Truth About Grief, Fortesa Latifi / bone deep, m.v.e / Sidewalk, Richard Silken / unknown / 60 hours, m.v.e / @itsblackleader / Salt, Nayyirah Waheed / @heavensghost

What do you mean this isn’t some horrible nightmare?

What do you mean this is my life now?

shisasan:

Virginia Woolf, The Waves
originally published: 1931

isaiahpadams:

dislocatedwishbone:

— Anne Carson, from Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions

ousia-poetica:

The landscape is your eyes.

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Jamie Anderson/Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior

Grief and love are interconnected

starlightacademia:

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

starlightacademia:

I wish I wasn’t, such a dreamer. I’ve ruined this life for myself.

— N.M. Sanchez