But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything,what a waste.π€
I can do it alone just fine but I rather you hold me today while I cry.
-charmeuse
-charmeuse
Forwarded from LostΒ·InΒ·Pieces (Dandelion)
Idk who needs to hear this today, but I am so proud of you. You are not reduced down to your fight. You are so strong and so much more than the pain. I love you and I know you can make it through this.
Forwarded from Rants of a poet wannabe
So many things that choke us for years
I would get this feeling like I am floating outside of my body looking down on myself and I HATE WHAT I SEE.
Right now you don't feel anything.
Maybe you never wanted to feel anything.
Maybe you never wanted to feel anything.
Our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once and before we know it our heart is worn out.
Forwarded from Wild (Delina)
Be Drunk
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to itβit's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to itβit's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
Forwarded from Wild (Delina)
I know that I'm forever condemned to thinking about suicide when I face any difficulties or sadness. This terrifies me. My basic principle is suicide. Never committed, Never will, but thinking about it senses my senses.
- Cesare Pavese
- Cesare Pavese