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GRIEF by Oskar Zwintcher.
I imagine the one crushing the stone wants to be understood. And the one under the stone always has to understand, even though he suffers the traumas of loss, loss of love and can't even move enough to heal because he's under the stone of "understanding". So now all that's left is grief. He's always grieving, grieving all that was, all that could've been and most of all grieving the understanding that's constantly talked from him but he never gets to experience.
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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
-William Faulkner.
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I'm still patching up the old cracks. I can't keep up, they're too many i-
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Please, let me have you. Even if it’s for a little while, let me pretend I belong to you.
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I must confess all of the sins I've ever committed to the face of everyone whose ever been kind to me so that then, they know.
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I'm currently curled up in bed reading a book while listening to the storm outside. I am pretending, that just for a moment, all is right with the world.
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How do you manage? I want to do more than survive but I'm barely scraping together the survival itself..
I don't manage. I don't try to keep it together. I let myself run over, violently and hope for the very best.. survival is for the fittest but I'm just a poet yearning for days behind her, so I cannot manage, I cannot survive, I MUST bleed.. and us poets? We bleed on paper and that becomes a timeless, boundless, overwhelming rebellion that will be framed in museums and studied in Grand literature halls! Don't fight it, embrace it and become it!
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I know I'll fall in love with you baby, and that's not what I wanna do. I hope you won't ever lie to me, and if you do, I know I won't be a crybaby.
-The Neighborhood.
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This is literally me, I never saw a quote that is so accurate, now I have to read the book.
📚Psycho Devils - Jasmine Mas
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thechroniclesoforphic · 5 months
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Okay picture this. We're finally more than okay. Finally doing more than surviving. We're living now.
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thechroniclesoforphic · 6 months
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I- I want something just like this.
i want this pain to go away this sick unrelenting longing that clings to every cell in my body I want it to leave me alone i want to get rid of this weight from my heart i want to breathe easy again i want to wake up in the morning and not think of you i want to hear your name and not dig my nails into my palms i want to move forward i want to lock you up in the past i want to throw away the key in the ocean never to be found.
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thechroniclesoforphic · 6 months
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What would you give! No, really, tell me what it is you would sacrifice with no hesitation. Something you believe body, soul and spirit, weighs the same as the opportunity to become a stranger.. that you may meet yourself, appreciate yourself and love yourself the way you wish the perfect stranger would.
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thechroniclesoforphic · 8 months
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They told me time would heal me. "You'll get familiar with the pain, enough to carry it for the rest of your life without dying instantly" is what they should've said.
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thechroniclesoforphic · 9 months
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What if it's all a wierd sugar rush induced dream, and I'm actually on my desk in second grade covered in glitter and about 5 minutes away from forgetting what this was all about..
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thechroniclesoforphic · 10 months
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Maybe they did it out of love, to protect me. That's why they cut me up, bruised me, covered me in scars and cloak me in blood. So that I could fit in with the rest of the dead in the real world... For I reaked an innocence they found revolting.
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thechroniclesoforphic · 10 months
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Just when my heart had forgotten. You waved at me. I bleed oncemore for a memory you won't let me release..
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thechroniclesoforphic · 10 months
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What do I need?
An anonymous message, a secret declaration of love! Because even in hiding, behind peoples whispers and shadows, I need to be loved.
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