“But how dare you,“ she said quietly, “how dare you give me hope only to take it away again. "How dare you let me believe that we could be something when all along you knew that we were nothing.””
“The thought of him with her - of them together - embedded in each other’s arms like two jigsaw pieces - tore through me. I couldn’t stand it. I wondered how he spoke to her; whether he was gentle like he was with me; whether he listened to her stories and committed them to memory; whether he danced with her in the middle of the street; whether he knew about her dreams. I wondered if he thought of her while grocery shopping; wrote her love letters; whether she inspired him; whether she brought out the best in him and challenged him. I wondered whether she was brave; kind; compassionate. I wondered whether she made him happy. But… then again it was none of my business - none of my business who he kissed, or held - or laughed with - or spun round in the streets - or woke up next too - or had feelings for - or made memories with - or loved. It was none of my business who he loved. And it killed me. It really did.”— Sue Zhao
This is a process. You are growing. You are allowed to change. Allow yourself to be imperfect, you are learning.
(via the-soul-tribe-deactivated20180)
I have late night conversations with the moon, she tells me about the sun and i tell her about you
(via synkisses)
" I came to theory because I was hurting - the pain within me was so intense that I could not going on living. I came to theory desperate, wanting to comprehend- to grasp what was happening around and within me. Most importantly, I wanted to make the hurt go away. I saw in theory then a location for healing. "
