sitting alone on christmas, in someone else’s house in los angeles, for the 2nd year in a row…

what a fucking year.

loveamongthesailors:

“I don’t know who I am. We search and search, and always end up looking into the same mirror, at the same reflection, hoping that we will find something different. Heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … please.”

— Dale Cooper, from The Autobiography of F.B.I. Special Agent Dale Cooper: My Life, My Tapes by Scott Frost
(via juleecruise)

jazminnhayes:

i’ve been craving meeting a new person who i’m not only attracted to, but have a connection and chemistry with. that hasn’t happened in a very long time… so i’m going to put those vibes out in the universe ✨

quotemadness:

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson

lifeinpoetry:

“I take out my throat / but the grief remains”

— — Alessandra Lynch, from “Couplets” Pretty Tripwire

cgcpoems:

“Grief is a circular staircase. I have lost you.”

— from “The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan, in The Five Stages of Grief

fleetling:

“All I’ve wanted was words, that magic to soothe me a little […]”

— Sandra Cisneros, ‘‘Eyes of Zapata’‘ in Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories

serratedpens:

“I want to be eaten alive. I want / to feel wanted.”

— Elisabeth Hewer, from “Wanting,” Wishing for Birds (via 89words)

weltenwellen:

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

i have two burning loves that i’ll forever refer to as the “ones who got away”. they both have the same name. i met both of them while in a very transient + strange stage of my life. both heartbreaks were life changing.

the universe is telling me something.

hi, i’m listening.

i wish i could tell 17 year old me that she’s going to have a dozen more heartbreaks over the next 10 years, but that none of them will truly matter until this one.

jazminnhayes:

i’ve been craving meeting a new person who i’m not only attracted to, but have a connection and chemistry with. that hasn’t happened in a very long time… so i’m going to put those vibes out in the universe ✨

nomorechoirs:

“I love with my throat exposed”

— Natalie Sharp, from “[Molar Concentration],” published in Puerto del Sol
(via lifeinpoetry)

this is my journey, and i often struggle to find the courage to write about it.

i have so many things that i want to tell you.