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For three years, I've had a bullet in my chest.
Joan Didion wrote Do not whine. Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.
Like any good disciple, I listened.
Sometimes the bullet was soft, pink, gooey, barely there.
Sometimes it burned blue with heat
& I laid in bed wondering if the work would kill me.
I did not whine when the solitude sawed my body in half.
I did not complain when I walked for hours, trying to get the sound of a sentence right.
I bled politely all over I went.

It is April. The work is done.
Look, I have plucked the bullet from my body.
I am not alone. I am alive.
Purple wildflowers blooming everywhere.

An Exit Wound That Feels too Good

@TeenageLife1111


I want to be loved in a way
It won't hurt
and I won't need to worry.
Because I,
will be everything I am
and it will be enough.

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"It's the little cruelities that get you," She told him. "Never the big hurts, the pain you can point to, and say 'Oh I see this bruise,' but the wounds that you can't even tell are there until one day you are eating a bowl of fennel soup or moon bathing on the balcony of your home and you can't move, you can't do anything, because you think, Well something is dead in me, What has been done to me, and Why did I allow this to happen? And now, and now, and now...

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People say Van Gogh ate yellow paint so that he could be happy, and often treated his depression like a deity instead of a disease.

The truth is that he ate it so he could die, and there's nothing beautiful about depression.

I fell for the lies about Van Gogh. To cry for a fake alchemy, over an inability to turn your depression into art.

In reality, Van Gogh made his best works when he was healing. He is not his illness, and neither is anyone.

I too make my best works when I'm healing— when I look at the ground with astonishment that it holds life, and not a melancholy that I'm not buried in it.

—Agatha

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scriptures written on journal pages
worship music playing on the speakers and
sweet smelling flowers to remind me
it is well
it is well
it is well


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If I could go outside
And take you out
We could talk all night
You're all I think about
If you were mine
And I was yours
You'd be my valentine
But you're not.


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We look out at the night sky on the balcony of the bar and I mention your name. I make sure it's casual, a passing remark. I pray that someone will ask me the questions I answer best. "tell me more. what were they like? were they kind? would they have stayed if you had asked?"

And most of all, I hope someday someone will lightly touch my hand and say. "It's okay. you don't need to pretend not to love. you don't need to joke about it until it's funny. tell me about the way their eyes knew you."


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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let's do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

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I have written down dreams
And forgotten them
Years later as it manifests,
God says quitetly to me,
Do you remember this, my love?

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I thought you said you loved the ocean
When we were standing at the shore
You didn't even dip your toes in, but I still believed you,
Just took your arm.
Tell myself you made me better, so I never had to leave.
All the while I'm swimming, and you're watching from the beach.
Thought you said you loved the ocean.
Thought you loved me.
When you lie to me, I smile
cause I don't know how long we've got.
And when I look back at the pictures,
I can remember all the things that we're not.


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Do you still perform autospies on conversations you've had lives ago?

-Thirteen ways of looking at Thirteen

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Give me a minute, I need another quiet day. My hands are shaking in the worst way.

—Searows


But if you're going to leave anyway, I will try to see you off with love. I will try to say thank you.

For knowing me. For stopping by.


@TeenageLife1111


I don't like playing games.
I'm always aching to lay my cards down on the table.

You need a 3?
I've got a 3.
Take anything you need.

@TeenageLife1111


You are about to enter depths, you have never entered before, and you might have moments where you are not sure if you have any strength left for it.
And I hope it is in those moments, you are able to remember that eventhough this is different, you have had to be strong so many times before and those moments have prepared your heart to carry on all the more.

—New year//Be happy

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"I didn’t like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tightly so I would stop breaking."

—Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

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Can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes, but it's sad, and it's sweet and I knew it complete.

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Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is my last act of loving someone. And I realize that it might never end.

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You mustn't think that I'm dreadfully sad. Yes, I am, but you know at the back of it all is absolute faith and hope and love.

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