These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

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I can’t even escape you in my dreams. How’s that fair?


telling me you miss me
isn’t the same
as feeling your
fingers between my

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Letter to my void

I don’t know how to fill you – but you make me feel like I’m sinking sometimes. You make me say things I don’t know I’m capable of uttering. I’ve discussed you with many of my doctors – trying to identify you like a rare form of cancer. They give me drugs but even then you seem to grow, grow, grow, grow larger. You make me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. I question loyalties because you trick me into believing I’m all alone. I read to escape you but somehow you find your way to the pages in my hands.  You make me do ugly things to my body. You make my mind dull and my soul sting. I’m tired of you now and I wish you would go away. I’m ready to be whole but you keep enveloping me. I no longer wish to live at your expense.

my heart is suffering a slow death and it stings so much.

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You know when nothing seems to be going right? – but you know deep down it’s for a reason. For the past 24 hours all I’ve been trying to do is wrack my brain for the fucking reasons.

I’m so tired. If there is a word other than to describe despair, sadness, the sinking feeling inside of your stomach – I want to know it. The sky is so black tonight, I feel like God is showing his solidarity with me. His humour in exchange for the plague festering inside of me.

My grandmother used to say, when it rains it means “rabb” is crying. It poured all day.

But why would he cry? He has everything. 

#god  #rabb  #thoughts  

It’s my fault for expecting the extraordinary from the ordinary.

Donna Lynn Hope
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the truth


only a 4 A.M.
message you
expect to be

so i leave the
i miss you’s
to rot inside 
my flesh

There’s so much more to life than what you’re feeling now

Hunter Hayes

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