“If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you’ll never be and you need not waste time in trying.”

“Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.”

—   Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like an Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit (via wordsnquotes)

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“i am stuck in a conversation
with someone i was once very close to
and we are stepping over eggshells,
choosing our words carefully.

there is a pool filling up around us;
all of the words we want to say but do not.
want to ask but do not.
we are both pretending
we do not notice
the tightness
in our lungs.

—   drown, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

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“I saw you and everything collapsed underneath me and nothing made sense anymore.”

—    jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

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“I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.”

—   Agent Dale Cooper, Twin Peaks (1990)

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What if verbal abuse left the same scars as physical abuse? Would it be taken more seriously? That’s what photographer Richard Johnson hopes to accomplish with his new photo project, “Weapons of Choice.”

The series uses a makeup artist to put bruises and scars on photo subjects. Embedded in these violent marks are some hateful words typically associated with abuse, such as “Stupid,” “Dumb,” “Trash” and others that are much, much worse.

What if verbal abuse left the same scars as physical abuse

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You are loved, you are loved, you are loved.

“When you find someone you love, please hold on to them and never let go. Don’t let your own insecurities get in the way. If you feel that this person genuinely cares for you or loves you, then trust this person enough to leave yourself vulnerable.”

—   Anonymous (via psych-facts)

“My dear, please do not mistake my silence. My love is like an earthquake beneath the surreal ocean floor, the depth of it you can’t tell and which I can’t comprehend. Still dear heart hold on and believe, there will come the day where my earthquakes of love breaks through the surface. And there I will pour my love on you and take your hand by the riverbank. Love, your silent protector.”

—   SirFireStar

To Love Again

Wipe away the past
And all of the guilty dust
Pour your oil all over the wood
Set it on fire
Burn away the dirt along with the hurts
In sorrow now I no longer brood

Your flame burning bright in my heart
Casting a summery blaze
Yet wintry glow on my face
Drying up those tears

Like fireflies flickering in their mating field
Drawing captivating alluring one another near
You draw me closer to you dear
With your love that never runs out of season
Because of you I’ve found the reason
The courage to love again
To go against all logic rhyme and reason
To just love
To love
Tenderly, gently, softly, sweetly
and smile
While gazing into your eyes
And choosing, deliberating
To love
Once again.

-SirFireStar ~ Letters to Him