November 2009
“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.”
– Ayn Rand (via hamandheroin)
“You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between...”
– Marya Hornbacher (via recklessabandonment) (via exactcenter)
“He was experiencing the resentment of those who discover that, despite their own...”
– Tom Wolfe, “The Bonfire of the Vanities” (via yeahapparently) (via quote-book)
“Have you ever reached a place in your life when you just didn’t want anything to...”
– JoAnne Golden (via brokenmachine)
You flew away to someone new, and at first I thought my wings were broken, but no, they only grew.
“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”
– Dr. Carl Sagan (via julie911) (via quote-book)
Lessons
yourwrite:
I want to describe the way your past makes you hesitant and has you looking around corners you hadn’t gotten to yet, anxiety building like the stove left on in the kitchen downstairs, everyone asleep. I miss being able to remember sharing bunk beds and water balloons and sunburns in the endless summers of the ah, to be young again moments and I miss the way everything felt like home,...
“I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted her to hold me, feel sorry for me. I...”
– White Oleander (via youarebonbon)
If you think that this is being a friend..
yourwrite:
you are mighty confused.
A friend would miss talking to me. A friend would care about how I feel.
You used the “lets be friends card” as a way to make the break-up easy for you. You fucking coward.
You should have just said, I don’t want you anymore. We’re done.
At least that would have been a clean break. And I would never have to think about trying to talk to you. You want to be...
You stole my words when you decided you didn’t love me anymore overnight. You leave me gasping, stumbling around in the dark, reaching for your hand. I feel robbed, you took the light from my eyes and replaced it with stone. I want to hang on to the chance that maybe you’ll realize the stupidity behind everything you’ve done, but I know it would just be setting myself up for...
You left me.
And now there is nothing else.
I am empty, hollowed out by you. You saved me, you healed me, and now you are done with me, dropping me back off just as dirty and used as I was when you found me. I don’t understand this, I don’t understand how you can love someone so fucking much and they can just stop whenever they want to.
