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“a great sorrow, and one that i am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. we can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. we don’t get to choose the people we are.” ― donna tartt, the goldfinch
things i romanticize: rainy bus rides, unread books, being mysterious for no reason.
from time to time, i show up here as if i had never left. it's kind of difficult for me, but i really need to vent, and i can't think of a better place than here. because i feel safe to expose all my feelings. so the next posts might be personal and completely poetic—or not.
“i'm not homeless–i have a house, yet somehow, it never feels like home.”
if you don't have the intention to stay forever, then don't come at all.
i long for a refuge where i can rest my head, a place where the weight of torment does not cling to me like a second skin. all i desire is to feel the breeze touch my face—but even that seems to slip away, as if the air itself hesitates to be caught.
some wounds never vanish. yet little by little i learned to love my life. (mary oliver)
"i don’t write because i think i have something to say. i write because if i don’t, everything feels even worse." —lily king, writers & lovers