“Dearest,

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ‘til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.”

March 28, 1941 - Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter.

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@australbongo

Pero la verdad estoy cansada de ese fuego tibio quiero derramar por las uñas lo que se acumula cada día que trago realidad llama interna ha hecho más un papel de agujero negro absorbiendo todo, comprimiéndo a masa minúscula no quiero seguir en este constante ciclo - explotando e implotando controlando y descontrolando

quiero caos ordenado - como la naturaleza misma que la destrucción traiga creación, y no reacción

Belle 𖥸

“I will never be reignited by another again. My sparks died with you.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars

“When a person tells you you hurt them, you don’t get to decide you didn’t.”

— Louis C.K. (via sunthetika)

Es triste porque siempre estaré un poco enamorado de ti.

Necesito algo que me recuerde todas las emociones que olvidé sentir todo el año… necesito algo real.

— G'

Y ahí estás tú, silenciando tu dolor, escondiéndolo en los fragmentos de tu alma, fingiendo que no hay nada allí.

Loquesemeocurraescribo

The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.

Unknown

El futuro nos tortura y el pasado nos encadena. He ahí por qué se nos escapa el presente.

-Gustave Flaubert(1821-1880)