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The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

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Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

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I gotta spent a lifetime mourning our love

“More love is found in grief than in love itself.”

—Lang Leav, September Love

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“I do not fear death.I fear dying incomplete”

— Levon Peter Poe

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the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window

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Болка се впива в дробовете,

солта на сълзите разяжда лицето ти

и нищо не остава -

протягаш ръка към себе си

за да кажеш хвани се -

и няма рамо, на което да легнеш,

няма вече себе си.

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“Sometimes I don’t say the thing: I’m terrified. I’m a bruise all over. I’m afraid I’ll rust with all this sadness. I hid the scissors. I need you to hold me so I know where the pain stops.”

Megan Falley, from “Going to the Basement,” Drive Here and Devastate Me

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Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over [ID'd]

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We are all born so beautiful. The greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not.

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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "Dream 2: Brian the Still-Hunter,"

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i am mentally and emotionally tired of people wasting my time. i am not even sad, i am just f*cking tired.

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May you never again get attached to anyone who isn't for you. May you find a love who makes you laugh, never lets the flirting phase end, and gives you unquestionable loyalty. You deserve a love that calms your heart and mind. And a love that never hurts you.

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“I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”

— Lois Lowry

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"you're handling it so well..."

am i?

because i find myself breaking in tears at 8:30 in the morning. i can't concentrate properly while doing anything. getting out of bed has become so heavy, my legs no longer want to move. eating because i have to, not because i want to. sitting down and watching a movie is no longer my favorite thing to do, and series just don't cut it for me. going out with friends to unwind and not think is not helping anymore. i'm sinking more and more, and nobody notices. every day it feels easier but my heart screams otherwise. i cry silently while doing the dishes. the memories come flooding and i simply let myself drown in them. i let myself drown because i have nothing left of us. nothing left to give. so i'll let it take over me. i'm not handling it well, i'm merely just surviving.

- dee (constant survival mode)

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#14

I still remember how painful that night was. How tired my eyes and heart were. I still remember how I almost ran out of breath while I was crying and how I was trying to stop the noise I could make. I will never forget how difficult it was for me.

I will never forget that pain.