and all of a sudden the things I desired months ago, weeks ago seemed unimportant. the trips I planned and the love I pined for; who did those dreams belong to? Another me and I can’t find her.

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There are some things I will never talk about unless I am asked. The pain, or perhaps the memory itself, is too fragile and will never be strong enough to be vocalized. You may see my suffering, but you will not hear of it beyond what I’m willing to show.

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…say a prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages. Tennessee Williams, Camino Real (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth. Sexton, Anne. “Admonitions To A Special Person.  (via wordsnquotes)

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When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused. Rainer Maria Rilke (via resolutewoman)

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I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

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