I Hardened Under The Last Loss. It Took Something Human Out Of Me. I Used To Be So Deeply Emotional I’d

I suffered, I was there.

Walt Whitman, from The Complete Poems; “A Song of Myself,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Have people preaching for their partners to be their saviors ever actually had to be that person? When your partner implies that you’re the only person who can fix them, that’s so much pressure forced on you. 

My ex-boyfriend would tell me all his insecurities and his darkest stories and emotions, while he had a therapist, who he told nothing to. Eventually, I had to end it because I couldn’t bear the stress of feeling like his keeper and his only hope. I’m a good listener, and I want to give advice and help, but I’ve got my shit too, and it’s not my job to save someone else.

Also, therapists don’t become therapists for the hell of it. Who would go through years of schooling and still want to listen to horrible stories of trauma and pain and watch the people they help struggle or hurt themselves or kill themselves if they didn’t genuinely care? They have difficulty coping with the emotions that those experiences bring with them, and they are trained professionals. 

Why should I be expected to be capable of doing the same?

y’all need therapy. not girlfriends

Some of my analog pictures I took in the park in June🌷

I live for elegance, mystery and sophisticaton but I also live for rawness, audacious sense of living and passionate unrefinement of feeling

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Yesterday ,which was dreamlike and smelled like honeysuckle

Laura Makabresku

“The Beguiled” (dir. Sofia Coppola, 2017)

I am not composing poetry. I am trying to get out of the flames.

Ted Hughes, from an uncompleted poem written c. May 1969 (via violentwavesofemotion)

“It seems I’ve stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Selected Prose of Fernando Pessoa (via pavellaning)