Nizar Qabbani // Franz Kafka

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YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art
cherry valley forever

Love Begins
todays bird

oozey mess
hello vonnie
Misplaced Lens Cap

blake kathryn
DEAR READER
Stranger Things


Origami Around

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
ojovivo
dirt enthusiast

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Nizar Qabbani // Franz Kafka

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Please stop telling yourself you are complaining and whining when you are only expressing how you feel on a physical, mental and emotional level.
"you're too sensitive" oh yeah? soRRY LET ME JUST ADJUST MY SENSITIVITY DIAL, which is a normal and possible thing that I can absolutely do! Does my sensitivity hurt or offend you? Is it not more possible for you to turn on your consideration dial? Do you specifically go and do brutal acts to more sensitive animals and objects? Or do you put some caution into not breaking them because they're important to you? Could I have the same humanity as an animal or an object to you? Could I be important enough not to get randomly broken for fun?
"Could I be important enough not to get randomly broken for fun?"
That sentence hit me so hard.........
(via violentwavesofemotion)
I know a lot of people talk big about how abusive people cannot love you while abusing you but honestly, at this point, I really don't think it matters. What difference does it make if they love me? It still hurts. It's still wrong. It's still abusive and people pointing out how they love me [in defense of their actions] is still a manipulative tactive meant to force me to forgive them/let them continue/ect.
Their love, or lack of it, isn't a factor in whether or not their behavior is abusive and I really think people need to stop acting like it is.

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Victims Of Love
Don’t tell the next person who breaks your heart “it’s not you it’s me”.
Tell them how the rain fell so much harder when they never pulled through for you.
Tell them how much it hurt to stare in a mirror thinking you weren’t worth spending time on.
Tell them how the bed began to feel cold even though they were beside you when all they became was a body, not a soul.
Tell them how your smiles began to feel faked and your laugh had to be forced when the nice things they said became less and less frequent.
Tell them how you tried for so long to hold it all together just to realize that you kept giving everything while they gave nothing.
Tell them how you feel. Tell them to ease laughs out of their next lover with jokes- to give them a hug and tell them it’s okay when something goes wrong- to put them before the trivial things in life that aren’t worth more than five minutes of their time.
Don’t take the blame, because then you’ll just feel shitty and they’ll just be confused. Because then they won’t learn how to love and you won’t have to face the words out loud.
You are gold, and you deserve so much more than a broken heart, so if someone gives you any less, then you need to tell them that they’re wrong.
-WanderingWorlds
Addiction.
You don’t understand.
You don’t understand needles and tear stained glass bottles that shatter the minute they leave your hand.
You don’t understand walls that are weak from being hammered by a fist that begs for forgiveness when it starts to bleed.
You don’t understand watching the one you love become a two-faced monster that pushes your parents into walls of the foundation of a house they built to try and give you everything.
You don’t understand watching police lights radiate off of the stone cold railings of your stairs through the window- or seeing your parents collapse when they say “he’s gone”
You don’t understand.
Because you just see the glass from the bottles that sits on the floor.
You just see walls that were attacked by a fist you assume unforgiving.
You just see a monster that was painted in your mind to replace the one of an innocent child you used to know.
You just see a body in a casket, not the life behind it- And you’ll never know how truly beautiful that life could have been.
-WanderingWorlds
Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband
i think she realized if we stayed together
we were gonna die together
and i don't mean when we're old
i mean like next week
-ash
The only thing strong about me is my tolerance to drugs haha
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I wanted very much not to be where I was. In fact part of the trouble seemed to be that where I was wasn’t anywhere at all. My life felt empty and unreal and I was embarrassed about its thinness, the way one might be embarrassed about wearing a stained or threadbare piece of clothing. I felt like I was in danger of vanishing, though at the same time the feelings I had were so raw and overwhelming that I often wished I could find a way of losing myself altogether, perhaps for a few months, until the intensity diminished. If I could have put what I was feeling into words, the words would have been an infant’s wail: I don’t want to be alone. I want someone to want me. I’m lonely. I’m scared. I need to be loved, to be touched, to be held. It was the sensation of need that frightened me the most, as if I’d lifted the lid on an unappeasable abyss.
Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shameful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I’m trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing.
Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
It’s about wanting and not wanting: about needing people to pour themselves out into you and then needing them to stop, to restore the boundaries of the self, to maintain separation and control. It’s about having a personality that both longs for and fears being subsumed into another ego; being swamped or flooded, ingesting or being infected by the mess and drama of someone else’s life, as if their words were literally agents of transmission.
Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
Maturity is when you realize people can't give you what they can't give themselves, so you stop expecting loyalty from people who betray themselves, stop expecting honesty from people who lie to themselves, and stop expecting peace from people who are at war with themselves.
Fuck you, goodluck
How do you get over it? Having spent such time, such crucial moments with someone, being certain that they will always be there in your life in some capacity or the other. Fuck. I'm not stupid. Talking about marriage and shit. It wasn't heartbreaking when we didn't work out. What was heart breaking was we've reached a point where you won't even acknowledge my existence. In fact, you will go ahead and ignore it. Repeatedly. Many would be quick to say I'm pathetic that I reach out to you still. But you know what's pathetic? Not having the slightest courtesy, warmth or consideration for someone you once loved. We could have been friends. And I know you tried. I did too. I just don't understand when and why exactly you secretly decided to stop? But it's okay. Give it a year or two I'll be over you. And for now, I'm just gonna be able to say, fuck you and good luck too.

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They will make you think you’re crazy because you’re finally voicing your opinions and calling them out on their bullshit. But you’re not. Maybe because you love them so much and have always trusted them, it’s super easy for them to manipulate you and make you doubt yourself. And you know what? Manipulate is not the right word. Maybe they are good people who have no malicious intentions. Maybe it’s just that the two of you see life very differently and feel things very differently. And them making you want to abandon your fundamental values and accept their shitty behaviour because what they value is different is just not fair to you. So don’t hate on them. But trust your own gut, okay? For once, just follow what you know to be true in your heart. Because you already know it. You always do. Just listen a little more to yourself than others. Because yes you love them but you know yourself loves you too. Even if it’s not ready to accept it because of whatever issues you still have to sort. But no matter what it will never harm you.
Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time.
e.v.e.