Just Me, Myself and... You

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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.
The Goldfinch

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I’ve waited for so long
Thinking somehow
You might rescue me,
Might take some of my pieces
And effortlessly push them together
In some mystical, perfect order that I just can’t figure out.

Stuck in a purgatory
With walls closing in
It’s a self-created state of being
And I can no longer find the light
Or my feistiness, my fight,
Or the way your hand brushed against my cheek
And made me weak.

Your arms once circled me and made me feel so safe
With promises that withered like the roses you would send
We long ago hit the end
And while I’ve tried hard, all I’ve done is mend the broken pieces
When what I need is to forge ahead with something completely new
But, honestly, I’d rather have you.

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Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)

But for tonight? For tonight, I’m closing my eyes. Let the hurt and disappointment fade, even for a brief moment, let the time slip by… with the hopes that my joyful spirit will soon return.

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Tell me again about the wedding
we did not have. How I did not wear white,
did not choke on tradition, did not blush.
All the weddings that were not weddings,
the vows that were just sneezing.
The road ahead painted on a wall and how
we sped over and over again into the brick. I say “we”
like you weren’t just watching me bruise.

Did you know I built us a home, laid the brick,
filled it with Jameson and apple-cheeked
children? I tried to slip the key onto your tongue
but you cannot kiss a smile. So my home is not
an honest home. So my home is an empty bed.
That’s the thing about heart break. It’s the
smallest of worlds ending. Everyone goes around you
smiling, like it’s nothing to close a door
Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

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We Laugh

maxmundan:

We laugh
So goddamn hard we can’t stop
And this is doing anything
Any old thing
Shopping in the grocery store
Driving a car
Waiting for a plane
Waiting for the dentist
We laugh
Waiting for the dentist
How many people do that?
If I had to pick one thing
To describe the…

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My Secret Garden

I have branches for shade when the sun gets too warm, and spaces in between when you can soak in the rays when you need them. Nuts and berries to provide you sustenance, flowers to provide you beauty and inspire creativity, and soft grass to tickle and delight your skin.

You can live here. Please stay a while.

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One Day

They said one day I’d find someone deserving of my love, my time, my affection. Someone who could love me as I truly deserved to be loved. Someone who could recognize and appreciate and truly cherish the person that I am. One day.

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Like a gentle rain on a summer night
You bring me peace.
Like a soft, warm blanket embracing me tight
You bring me comfort.
With a twinkle in your eye and that infectious smile
You bring me joy.
With thoughts that challenge and excite me all the while
You stimulate me.
Like armor to the unpleasantness the world can bring
You protect me.
Taking me as I am, accepting everything
You love me.

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