Life has just genuinely been bad lately. Let’s not lie

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City”

Text ID: Death and I, we keep a happy house.

“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’

You’re family, Viktor. Okay? And there’s nothing, nothing that would make me love you less.

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”

— Don DeLillo

— Lang Leav, from Sea of Strangers

In the mood to delete everything and go missing .

"Kehne walo ka kuch nahi jaata,

Sehne wale kamaal karte hain

Kaun dhundhe jawaab dardon ke,

Log toh bas sawaal karte hain."

—Gulzar

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[text ID: I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, 'Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fears or restraint because the world is ending tomorrow.' ]

“I’m learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

— Unknown

my day is slow– when i am not speaking to someone i have to sit with the feeling of missing you process the fact that i miss you understand that you are gone

it’s like this echoing that you aren’t here anymore you are not here to cheer me on to calm me down from anxiety to tell me you are always here

i miss everything about our friendship you feel so far away we feel like a memory i don’t want it to be this way 

Patient: *has a bunch of different symptoms without a clear cause*

Doctors on medical shows: right I’m ordering every single test or scan available, I want a specialist from every department paged to take a look at this case and I want this group of interns looking into every possible rare disease that this patient might have. We won’t let this patient leave until we’ve gone above and beyond to help them. Let’s go people!

Doctors in real life: lol idk the three basic blood tests I did came back normal so it’s probably just in your head or something.

Be aggressive with love!!!!!! Show it! Scream it! Feel it! Go nuts with it. Why not

““You were unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.” - Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After”

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