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Everything about this post tears me up.

(Quotes :1&2 John Green, Turtles All the Way Down / Mother Wound Healing: Why It's Crucial For Women By Bethany Webster/Sam Gordon/Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada/ mitski/ chi young Kim/Kyung-sook Shin, Please Look After Mom/Take Care: Mothers, Daughters, and Inheriting Self-Hatred by Ella Wilson Annie /Annie Ernaux, I Remain in Darkness // paintings : Pinterest)

Mom I miss you .

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Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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Jamie Anderson/Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior

Grief and love are interconnected

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journey to the interior, margaret atwood

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Ar ki? I am used to being left behind. I don't even have the energy to try to tell them to not leave me.

From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi (via hush-syrup)

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-Wendy Cope, excerpt of "From June to December" (A Summer Villanelle)

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"Midsummer", d.x.yll/From Franz Kafka diaries 1910-1923

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Franz Kafka, the metamorphosis / Jane Austen

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

-Kahlil Gibran

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I want to laugh at this post now. Best-est friends hah, I can't believe how stupid I was.

And, I got my heartbroken again.

But at least we can remain friends.

Just as you said, I will be the constant in your equation. That will make me more than happy, I guess.

With time, I will get used to it. This feeling of hurt. But, I can't really say if I can move on. But who knows what lies ahead. As long as we're friends, let's enjoy life to the fullest!

I know you asked me not to wait for you, but it's that little possibility of hope that keeps me waiting.

"Don't tell me even if there's no possibility" that's what I told you. Because for now, I want to believe that there might be a possibility. And you said, "Maybe" but there's a condition of a big "if". I told you right, it's the hope that keeps me going.

I am content being friends, maybe the timing for expressing my feelings wasn't right. I have not yet come to the decision whether to move on or to keep waiting. Hoping that I'll make that decision soon, but right now, I need some time to take it in.

But thanks for these few days, I felt loved, and wanted. These few days were a roller coaster ride of emotions. I hope you enjoyed it too. As long as I can stay in contact with you and your life, it's okay.

Let's just be the best-est friends ever! Even when we graduate and get a job in the future and when you move abroad.

Yes, I am going to be the constant in your equation.

I hope you do the same too.

And after writing my heart out, I feel better. Maybe even if I hope, I'll get used to it. Life lies ahead of us, we have lots of things to do. I know you want to stay in the moment, but I'd love to make plans and do amazing stuff with you.

I feel I can get used to being friends again. But still, there's going to be some part of me who will wait for the guy who made me feel loved.

Thank you, weirdo.

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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

-Kahlil Gibran

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We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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@nihyunluvskookie

i spend hours daydreaming about fictional things in bed so i can have the energy to get up and daydream about fictional things for the rest of the day

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sometimes soft love is just listening to someone ramble for hours about their favorite book or show or song and never asking them to stop once