how can someone be all of this in once?

"We are born alone, live alone and then die alone, it is only through love and friendship that we create the illusion enough to convince us that we are not alone."

I love you on behalf of all those who saw you and passed away.

You know the feeling that you have a desire to cry incessantly because you want to fulfill a wish, but you feel that it is impossible, and all circumstances are not permissible and everything is forbidden, and the whole world is screaming: "No!"

I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
—Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

I crave this level of connection....well not always but sometimes🖤🖤🖤

I was in the winter of my life - and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night | fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.

The moment you realize that you have fought enough for people who won't fight for you
The moment you realize your worth
The moment you know that you have wondered through the dark enough for so long
The moment you accept the fact that there is no one coming to put your broken pieces together
and
that it has always been YOU for YOU
AT that exact moment
you will BREATH for the FIRST time and
you will HEAL once and for all


-Yeab T🥀-

I think I just found my whole entire life story

"That growth is simply
learning how to suffer,
gracefully, elegantly
constantly moving and travelling
without letting your pain tear you apart.

And take solace in the fact
that even though growth itself is agonising
your spirit was never meant
to feel the same pain,
the same grief twice."

I am afraid. Because of my fear I reinforced love, I alerted all the forces of life, I armed love, with soul and words, to keep death from winning.

"Strange, but whenever I looked at him I found myself remembering that Lucifer himself had been an angel before he fell."
— (Susan Kay)

Sunday evening, winter morning, November dusk.
We belong where love finds us.

I fell in love with the way you touched me without using your hands