Thoughts Of A Lost Soul

blossomfully:

“So I said: “please love me,” and what I meant was: please treat me gently. Please love me with a love that can be felt. That can be touched. A love that I can write about gracefully if and when it ends. Which I may look upon with pacific eyes, and say: “that was a good love. It had to end but it was good.””

Sue Zhao // Nothing but Strawberries

c0llid3:

“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

— Humans of New York (via satans-ghost)

memories-of-a-first-love:

“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”

— Miriam Adeney  (via barbieandken)

lohver:

dating someone who understands your mental health is so important, because there’s humans who will make you feel terrible for things you can’t or don’t know how to control yet.

blossomfully:

‘Be rational,’ he said.

But I could not be rational. Not in the way that he wanted, anyhow.

I wanted to say: ‘how can you ask that of me? How can you ask me to think straight when every thought is clouded by the essence of you? When every decision is made with you in mind? When my care of you overshadows any clarity I might possess?’

I wanted to say, ‘you ask me to be rational, the way that you are able to be.’

What I really wanted was to tell him that the only reason he was able to be rational and I was not, was that I loved him but he did not love me.

Sue Zhao // Nothing but Strawberries

blossomfully:

“Two and a half years later, we sit across from each other. How are you? You ask. Well. I say. What I want to say is: I don’t really know what I’m doing here. Or, rather, you haven’t changed a bit. Or, you look exactly the same as on the day you left. I am stuck between keeping my distance and treating you the way I used to. Letting down my guard completely. It is so easy to slip into. But I could never do it if you didn’t do the same. We swap stories; updates. Everything seems so superficial. I don’t dare ask if these days you are happy. Though, I hope that you are. I tell you that I’m moving to a different city next month. You comment on the different colour of my hair. I don’t tell you that sometimes I still think about the way that you left. That it still colours my relationships; that I still worry that some happinesses are too good to be true. You tell me that your parents are getting divorced. You’ve finally realised that love never lasts. I don’t say anything. I have no evidence to the contrary. Yet, after a while, I say I think you’re wrong. You shrug your shoulders and let it fill the silence. Once, we would have argued for hours. As you stand to leave, I realise that I am no longer in love with you. I no longer know you. You are a stranger in a familiar body. And yet I do not recognise your hands. If you touched me now, I do not know whether it would feel like fire or ice. Maybe both. Maybe neither.”

— Sue Zhao // Meeting somebody you loved after a long time 

purplebuddhaquotes:

“Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see your true value and worth, then it’s time for a new start.”

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wordsthat-speak:

“THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dogs. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: “Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.””

— Theories About the Universe (Blythe Baird)

blossomfully:

“Of course I wanted him. Of course I did. But he was leaving and that was the only piece of truth which resulted from this whole mess. He was leaving and I felt as though someone had punched me in the stomach. He was leaving and I spent all of my time wishing he wasn’t.”

— Sue Zhao   (via blossomfully)

s-unberry:

“I wish I had done things differently. We were in love once, and we let it get away.”

— John Grisham, The Street Lawyer
(via wordsnquotes)