Abditory🖤
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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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Forwarded from Wild (July)
Forwarded from Wild (July)
Andrew: There's a handful of normal kid things I kind of missed

Sam: There's a handful of normal kid things I kind of wish I missed

Andrew: You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home? All of the sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit, the idea of home is gone.

Sam: I still feel at home in my house.

Andrew: You'll see. When you move out, it just sort of happens. One day, it's gone. And you feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't exist. Or maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You'll never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of "home" for yourself, you know? For your kids, for the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know but I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's all a family really is... a group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

Sam: Maybe.
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Hiraeth
Forwarded from 𝖢𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅 (Mary♡︎)
"My darling, my dying, my light, my sight,
my night my whole day long."
Forwarded from 𝖢𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅 (FRH.)
We never got to be lovers but deep down we both knew we were
My head can't make any damn sense of this so it sings💔
Forwarded from 𝖢𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅 (Mary♡︎)
“I look in the mirror and I see too much of someone who isn’t enough.”
—Artwork by Sara Riches.
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Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces (Dandelion)
People are more in love with the idea of love than the person they are with.
Is it me you love or the person you think I am in your head? Are you in love with me or are you in love with the idea of Love?
Forwarded from Resandá
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was… And I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed
Forwarded from Resandá
i want to live in the peaceful feeling you get underwater where everything sounds softer and the lights are all tinged blue and the world feels silky and light and surreal
You can't say you love someone and leave...you have to pursue them whatever it takes
I wanna look back into my life and not feel grief for what it used to be like.
Everybody is just so insufferable to the point that I feel like people choke me when I’m around them. And they don’t care until you tell them something, show some kind of pain. Even then they only care about themselves and do those things just to pretend that they knew and loved you when you kill yourself.
I am tired of fighting you.
You take and you take and you take and you take but you taste like the beach and a kiss.💔