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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1937

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“Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are simply toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us”

— Daniell Koepke (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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i am too afraid to be with anyone after him.

sometimes i feel that no one in the world could understand the love we share

we love each other passionately,

madly,

violently.

love that makes your skin burn

it’s a love that makes you want to reach into your chest and rip your heart out

because at times you think it’s too heavy to hold anymore love for that person

your person

we all want to belong to one another

but what happens when you hold each other so tight you can’t breathe

and you try to morph into one being

what happens when making love doesn’t just feel like love but it feels like

even that’s not as close as you want to be

as if having him inside you isn’t enough

you always want more of each other

of course it becomes

exhausting,

terrifying,

traumatizing.

but you stay

you know how the poets say

love is destructive

it ruins you,

drives you to a point of insanity

and i know it’s true

but only for people who are not meant to be

because you can’t live with this kind of love

you have to find the right kind

but who can say what the right one looks like or feels like

i am just afraid I’ll find it one day

but will still be searching for you

for our love

the one that’ll kill me

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“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via wordsnquotes)

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It’s okay to miss ppl, but don’t ever forget why u distanced urself

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i am too afraid to be with anyone after him.

sometimes i feel that no one in the world could understand the love we share

we love each other passionately,

madly,

violently.

love that makes your skin burn

it’s a love that makes you want to reach into your chest and rip your heart out

because at times you think it’s too heavy to hold anymore love for that person

your person

we all want to belong to one another

but what happens when you hold each other so tight you can’t breathe

and you try to morph into one being

what happens when making love doesn’t just feel like love but it feels like

even that’s not as close as you want to be

as if having him inside you isn’t enough

you always want more of each other

of course it becomes

exhausting,

terrifying,

traumatizing.

but you stay

you know how the poets say

love is destructive

it ruins you,

drives you to a point of insanity

and i know it’s true

but only for people who are not meant to be

because you can’t live with this kind of love

you have to find the right kind

but who can say what the right one looks like or feels like

i am just afraid I’ll find it one day

but will still be searching for you

for our love

the one that’ll kill me