"That’s all it takes. The smallest reminder and in an instant it feels like your stomach has fallen thirty storeys and crashed into the steel roof of a truck. Loss is cruel like that,
the days you think you’re finally past it are the days it will punish you most.”
the days you think you’re finally past it are the days it will punish you most.”
— Beau Taplin // The Punishment (via afadthatlastsforever)
"… but some things
doesn’t get any easier
with time.”
doesn’t get any easier
with time.”
— an excerpt from the poem she couldn’t write
"…Still, the clocks in this house get smaller
every day with acres and acres of dirt
ready to claim us. When I say,
at last, I am completely flattened,
how is it that loss
can always find
more room?”
every day with acres and acres of dirt
ready to claim us. When I say,
at last, I am completely flattened,
how is it that loss
can always find
more room?”
— Rachel McKibbens, from “Mammoth” (via contramonte)
"For the longest time, we’ve been trying to capture feelings ; through photographs and paintings, prose and poetry -this art has been passed on. But sitting under the stars with the moon bright above, or seeing the sunrise as it peeks over the horizon, I realize there are things in this life that you just can’t capture. You have to experience them for yourself.”
— D.C., Ineffable feelings (via elysiancypher)
"I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.”
— Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (via tiger-milk)