This Is Why It Hurts The Way It Hurts. You Have Too Many Words In Your Head. There Are Too Many Ways

A Tribute to the Unspoken, Just Words

Sometimes I want to pull out my hair and scream through my chest and go back to my primal instincts of raw savagery, because I don't have the words to describe how beautiful she is and no camera can ever justify her worth. If only she could see...

“Maybe I live inside myself too much and maybe that is my greatest downfall.”

— Megan Grant, Solitude & the Sea

yes, love is work. but love must be two-sided. we are raised to give ourselves until we are drained. if they do not reciprocate, it isn’t love. love isn’t pouring gasoline down the drain in the hope the sparks you felt might light a fire that keeps you warm. love is coming in out of the cold, knowing they’ll already have made you a cup of cocoa.

Words carry so much weight in my heart, pls watch what u say 2 me i’ll remember it forever

― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays

when the stars wrote back by trista mateer

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

- April 11, 1922

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: "Eternal youth is impossible; even if there were no other obstacle, introspection would make it impossible." End ID]

Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855