There were days where I held myself back down, days where I shut my heart down. But then, you came along with the pieces of your mending heart; clenching deep within your hands as you held them out to me. I saw you bleed, as you saw mine, when I held out my hands to reach yours. You didn’t flinch, neither did you stop me. A voice perhaps told you “It’s okay, she is bleeding too” as we simply held onto eachother. The wounds got deeper as we embraced one another. “I know it hurts, as it hurts me too, but we will be okay. You will be okay my love.”
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
sorry if i was a bitch i probably wanted to go home
I loved you in ways you’ll never understand. In the way I remembered your favorite songs, even when you forgot mine. In the way I stayed. Long after you didn’t ask me to.
to the person in the bell jar...
Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath’ / Vilhelm Hammershøi / Nicole Krauss, from ‘The History of Love’ / Ramon Casas / Joy Harjo, from ‘Speaking Tree’ / D S (saatchiart) / Fyodor Dostoevsky, from ‘The Idiot’ / Aleardo Terzi / Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Bell Jar’
- Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955
– Audrey Hepburn
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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