I don’t wait anymore. But I still cry. I cry for the version of me that loved you. I mourn for her because I killed that version of myself to become stronger and braver in love. I stabbed a suffocating heart to beat again.

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This post was made 4 days ago. Probably a good time to take another look at these threats

Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

Aaiún Nin, from Broken Halves of a Milky Sun: Poems; “Tell me of the first time you were poisoned”

— Jeff Hood

Seraphine Saintclair, “Apocalypse Lilies”

There's a type of hurt that never allows you to look at someone the same way again.

Some pain wakes you up in ways you never imagined. It shifts the way your heart sees a person forever.