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“She was brave, my Mara.”

“This glass chest, and you, the war-hammer against it. Break me into shards and reassemble this heart into a mosaic you’d want to look at. I am a stray dog cowering in the corner of your room as if it is a safe place; what is this safe place other than the constructed ruin of the abuse I have become so familiar with? I drape my granny’s blanket over my entire body and call myself ghost. There’s comfort in thinking yourself invisible even when you can feel your entire body burning. The flames still lick at my veins, even today, where I only dream the worst dreams of that cage you kept me in.”

— THERE IS NO SAFETY IN HIDING // Haley Hendrick

“We are a way for the Cosmos to know itself”

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Танцы. 1963. Якобсон Александра Николаевна (1903-1966)

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You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

Hard to consider a certain level of personal growth and improvement when you can't get over something simple as an affair. We do everything so fast, we get to know each other, we send everyday text messages, we fall in love, kiss, have fights, get apart, get back together, get apart again and one day end up not talking to each other ever again. However we miss each other, whisper a name, a word, a feeling, but we are too proud to send a message, to proud to say how much we miss each other and then we let it die but it is never actually dead, somewhere inside you can still feel it and some times you wonder about how could it be if it ever worked out.

You will never know because you don't want to try to go after the person, you don't want to risk yourself, to hear a 'no', to get a cold message, you don't want to hurt yourself and your memories, you rather let it be the way it is.

"It is better this way."

But it is not. It is just safer. You don't want to be rejected by that person you care so much about. That person you have so many warm dreams about and get lost on thoughts imagining a perfect life together. You don't wanna risk all of that.

You just let it die.