I promise to love
every piece of you,
all of the parts
that you have swore
to yourself that
someday you will
fix, that someday
you will try to
why does my mum sound afraid when she speaks to me, like she doesn’t belong and she’s disturbing me. what horrible things have i done to have made her feel that way. omg. it’s about time to make amends. she’s the one who gave me everything. and still does, with every breath she takes in her life she lives for us.
Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.
When someone’s been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it’s like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you’re just clutching air and grit. That’s why you can’t save it all up like that. Because by the time you finally see each other, you’re catching up on the big things, because it’s too much bother to tell about the little things. But the little things are what make up life.
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before #1 (Jenny Han)
Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.
everyday i learn of a new sad song that makes me sad all over again. today it is gravity by sara bareiiles.
set me free..leave me be..i don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Once in my life,
I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside,
scraping at the lining of my stomach,
an audible ache,
dredging with hooks
as rivers are dredged
when someone’s been missing too long.