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I leave, spending
all but my money on him.
Francesca Bell, from Goodbye Gift for a Lover (with thanks to fluttering-slips)  (via the-final-sentence)

Oh, the longing.

Float

What do you do when you can’t feel? What do you do when you can’t drum up enough energy to feel what you are supposed to be feeling? A numbness follows you around like the cold in your bones that you cannot shake off even after you get warm, the numbness pours into your soul, crushing you under its weight.  A numbness that you can’t seem to get rid of.

Till then, I float. Float in the nothingness, float in the ether. 

Float till I am borne away in wisps along with the clouds.

Just when you’ve had a good cry about unfinished dreams and failures, along comes this. 

Just when you’ve had a good cry about unfinished dreams and failures, along comes this. 

Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.

Toni Morrison, Beloved (via fuckyeahwritersquotesandwisdom)

Win.

Give me a vessel, for I’ll weep in it and save my tears for another day.