“i’m afraid of the strings between us breaking, of you suddenly forgetting who i am, of the last time somebody will speak my name. i’m scared for how we will end and how you will begin with somebody else, somebody unlike me in every way. i’m terrified that i’ll slip slowly through your fingers, barely noticeable and barely there, eventually ceasing to exist in your memory. i’m not scared of tangible things, like the dark or alligators or spiders. i’m afraid of you telling me that you hate me and i’m terrified that you’ll ignore me and i’m scared that we’ll drift apart one day. you can leave me in a glass box with 1,000 snakes, but please please please don’t tell me you never want to see me again.”
–Pratibha (via eloquentiae)
“take me back to that time
when the grass truly was greener
and the smiles were wider
and the laughs were louder
i’ve forgotten how to be that person
the girl whose eyes were bright
whose heart never ached a day in her life”
–Alex (via eloquentiae)
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
–Sylvia Plath (via meggannn)
“And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.”
–Anne Lamott (via creatingaquietmind)