re-blogging from myself as my friend’s beautiful blog is no longer here.
“Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.”
— Betsy Cornwell, Mechanica
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“It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it didn’t matter, if no one knew.”
Nella Larsen, from “Passing,”
“And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth later in uglier ways.”
— Sigmund Freud
“I cannot ask you to listen to me unless you listen.”
— Marie Ponsot, from Springing: New & Selected Poems; “Metaphysica,”
“Houses are lifeless but they reflect souls. Which is why abandoned houses wither whereas house with souls in it glow warmly with life even if not taken care of. There’s something about our souls that keeps together these brick walls from falling, from breaking and from cracking. I, too, was once a lively house when he lived in me. Glistening gracefully with light and life. But I too have withered now that he has gone. Once what was the reason that held me together is now the source of my cracks. I have felt abandoned and have been thought of as haunted. But if anything haunts me, it’s his memories and not dead souls.”
— (via rncpoems)