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I need a chest that whenever I bury my head in, I know that burial is not a rite of death. It's a ritual of life.

Chekhov's mother started most
of her letters to him by saying,
"My Strong son who could
possibly endure any hardship in silence"

This quote changed my life.

I hope it does that for you.

it's not being happy. that's the thing. I'm just trying to get through each day. I can't keep asking myself "am i happy?". That just makes me more miserable.

- Diane Nugyen, Bojack Horseman (season 3 episode 3)

You must feel the pain completely, until you completely forget about it

Have you ever been in a moment where something that makes you happy is happening and you feel your heart break cause things will definitely change and you don't know what to do when things finally change?

Does this even make sense?

Everything in here💔

"Embrace me, Melina, embrace me, the words are not enough."

Franz Kafka

"Embrace me, Melina, embrace me, the words are not enough."

Franz Kafka

“I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.”
― Susan Sontag, I, etcetera

"My mind is bruised from the relationships I had and people I loved"

"We may cry for the loss of a lover, and we may cry because of grief, or torture..., many things that may make us cry. but the most bitter cry for a person is to cry for himself. sorrow for himself, and pity for his condition ... to feel that you lost yourself while you are still alive."

I think you’ll find a girl who exhales answers instead of a never-ending stream of questions, one whose hands aren’t always ink-stained, one whose heart doesn’t live in her throat, one whose demons are small enough to be tucked into the back of her closet, sealed in a box, only let out once or twice a year when she’s drunk off of cheap wine, a girl who doesn’t feel like her head is going to explode every day, who doesn’t dream about the kitchen knives. You’ll find a girl who doesn’t write poems for you, but that’s okay because she smiles all the time and there is always light in her eyes, never a thunderstorm.
I will try not to blame you when you find this girl because now that I know what a horrible place my own mind is, I could never ask someone else to want to stay there too.

I shouldn't polish my words before I speak