I know I should’ve moved on ages ago, been happy already,
but it’s never been that easy for me.
Or maybe it was me that made it so hard.
I know I’ve only ever tried a handful of times
to sever this thing torturing me.
It never got me anywhere, with anyone.
No friendship or hobby, no lover’s bed worked.
But looking back I maybe never tried hard enough,
and it is my fault.
Maybe I never tried at all
"One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else."
#things to remember
"Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay."
"I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am —"
"When love finds you, it doesn’t come with crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears in a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky."
"Cooking for others had often been my way of offering care. So why, when I was alone, did I find myself trying to subsist on cereal and water?"
Jenni Ferrari-Adler, Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant.
I’m only in the introduction and I already feel the author knows my life.
"I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. Like maybe you think I’m a little crazy, but I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and socially inept, I’m a complete disaster."
"I love you more than I hate everything else."
Rainbow Rowell, Landline.
"We can’t breathe in if we have not exhaled; we need to create the space."
Radical Self Acceptance: a Buddhist guide to freeing yourself from shame,
Tara Branch (via creatingaquietmind