Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
— Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via vrban)
i’m on my dash!!
If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel
I’ve known for a long time I was missing something in my life.
I searched and studied and ran and cooked and stole kisses. Stretching to find the part of me that could be filled, the absence that awakes me from dreams, usually dark. The hole that makes me heart beat weaker in the face of monsters. The blankness that blinds me from the light tower guiding me by fate. I play hide and seek with this piece I’m working to find. I round the corner to the final hiding space but turn around because of the fear of nothing being there, For more absence where I believe is the whole.
"Time heals all wounds"
I think it’s brave to try to be happy.
So my wound became a scar and it’s presence haunts me still.
And we are strangers now
but I still jump at the mention of your name.
a metaphor of my life
best moment on television. ever.
I walk away from my computer for 3 minutes and this is now open? I totally believe in ghosts