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“Apologize to your body. Maybe that is where the healing begins.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

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"I know chatgpt is bad but you just don't really have any choice" you literally do. Don't use it. Have some moral backbone.

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I miss you in quiet ways—in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes I can't tell anyone else.

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When I forget to stay busy for a split second and I get a wave of everything that's ever hurt me.

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I have no grander ambitions in life I simply want to live with people I love, play videod Game, and sink my teeth into all the kinds of eatery on this earth

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The price you pay for ignoring your gut feeling is very expensive.

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anyone wanna sit together in silence while you do your thing and i do my thing and we do our things. together. in silence

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— Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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i went from explaining myself to just saying “okay” cause it’s a waste of time

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— virginia woolf , carlyle's house and other sketches (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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“I’ve reinvented myself once. And I can do it again.”

— Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York

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You snapped both my arms and all my fingers and taped my mouth shut

And I still thought to write you to tell you how it felt

Only it wasn’t physical pain you gave me at all

It was much worse

Tainted memories of you’re annoyance, disgust, rage and a vileness for other people I’d never seen in anyone

I couldn’t understand, couldn’t imagine how I’d gotten here

I wish it had been physical pain

Because the stain you left does not come out, it has changed how the light touches everything

It would’ve been easier to heal from broken bones than to continue to love you

But you took so much from me

It was hard to imagine what starting over would look like, with all those missing parts

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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar