"Run for 20 minutes and you’ll feel better. Run another 20 and you might tire. Add on 3 hours and you’ll hurt, but keep going and you’ll see—and hear and smell and taste—the world with a vividness that will make your former life pale."
— Scott Jurek, Eat & Run (via zestoftheday)
"You might not believe it right now, but there will someday come a time when you’ll stop thinking about him. You’ll stop wondering what he’s doing, how he is, and who he’s been spending his time with since giving up on you. As each day goes by to fill weeks and then months, your mind will create a gap, and everything you think about now will just fall through and turn to dust, to make room for something else, for something better. And you’ll start to live life on your own terms again, without being defined by somebody who doesn’t deserve a second thought. And what’s even better is that you won’t give him one."
— (via the-taintedtruth)
"Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via feellng)
"I am a collection of dismantled almosts."
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters (Houghton Mifflin, 1977)
"It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was, how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love, and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness."
— Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via larmoyante)
"I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?"
— (via wordsthat-speak)
"Why should I retract my claws for you?
What do I earn from playing nice?
I’ll choke on the cries I leave in my throat.
I am not sorry.
If I am angry, I will be angry.
I will be blinding light
I will be rage and shaky hands
I will be venom and teary eyes
I will not laugh at your jokes
I will not tuck my fangs away to smile for you.
I will look you dead in the eye
I will spit out teeth that are not mine."
"Ammit" by Jasmine Khaliq
"I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me."
— Mary Kate Teske (via larmoyante)

Typewriter Series #82
"My mouth blooms like a cut.
I’ve been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby, you fool!
Anne Sexton, “The Kiss,” from Love Poems

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