Zoe. 26. Sometimes I feel too much.

I look like Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle.

 

peachyyykat:

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kaveh akbar, ‘calling a wolf a wolf’ // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes’ // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body’s made of crushed little stars’, mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring’, mary oliver

the-soulwhispers:

C.S. Lewis once wrote,

“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief”

And I think we all needed to hear that.

lifeinpoetry:

“God, God, what do I do / after all this survival?”

Traci Brimhall, from “Vive, Vive,” published in The Missouri Review

(Source: missourireview.com)

midsumner:

“How am I ever to apologize to myself sufficiently?”

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1931 in “Selected Diaries,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

dykeyphantom:

losing people is so interesting bc like. no i don’t want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday.