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“He who has a /why/ to live for can bear almost any /how/.”
– Nietzsche
“In a similar sense suffering is not always a pathological phenomenon;
rather...”
– Viktor Frankl, from Man’s Search For Meaning
September 2009
3 posts
A distorted reality is now a necessity to be...
A loosening grip around the curvature of my chest; the ridges of my fingerprints have grown weary of bearing the weight of a saturated heart.
Your beatings are persistent, and I am weak.My skin is easily torn.. my blood, thirsty for oxygen, eager to surface…Your silence toward me- abrasive..
(everything that you do makes me want to die)
Still Good on Dandelions
secrettoaster:
dearoldlove:
I want you to know that you ruined my belief in the following things: shooting stars, wishing wells, ladybugs, fallen eye lashes, wishbones, birthday candles, and oh yeah, love.
9913.) There are so many people I could've fallen...
secrettoaster:
(via blogsecret)
THANKS A LOT INTERNET.
August 2009
9 posts
Girls
finallyseeing:
When he leaves, he leaves a space, a big or little airless place that begs to be filled. A part of the weekend that says What are you going to do now? And you think if you fill it up you’ll survive. So you work and clean and call and cook and write and drink and eat and sleep and shop and say This is fine this is fine. You can do this. Laugh and go out drinking with your friends...
Killing Yourself to Live
finallyseeing:
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all...
Hesitate to Call by Louise Glück
1970fur:
Lived to see you throwing Me aside. That fought Like netted fish inside me. Saw you throbbing In my syrups. Saw you sleep. And lived to see That all that all flushed down The refuse. Done? It lives in me. You live in me. Malignant. Love, you ever want me, don’t.
Hesitate to Call by Louise Glück
1970fur:
Lived to see you throwing Me aside. That fought Like netted fish inside me. Saw you throbbing In my syrups. Saw you sleep. And lived to see That all that all flushed down The refuse. Done? It lives in me. You live in me. Malignant. Love, you ever want me, don’t.
“What happened in our house taught my brothers how to leave, how to walk down a...”
– Marie Howe (via finallyseeing)
July 2009
3 posts
I don't care what consequence it brings. I have...
finallyseeing:
(via owlsgo)
