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Archive for December, 2009

What to remember/ Making it stop

Have courage and strength in all your actions.

If you can minimize the distractions,
you could experience a profound shift that can positively impact all aspects of your life.



The quiet terror

‘Then there is this: in some way, the quiet terror of severe depression never entirely passes once you’ve experienced it. It hovers behind the scenes, placated temporarily by medication and renewed energy, waiting to slither back in, unnoticed by others. It sits in the space behind your eyes, making its presence felt even in those moments when other, lighter matters are at the forefront of your mind. It tugs at you, keeping you from ever being fully at ease. Worst of all, it honours no season and respects no calendar; it arrives precisely when it feels like it.’

- Daphne Merkin on her forty year battle with depression – as published in The Observer


What will it take this time?

“What price must I pay
and what burdens must I bear
for you to love me?”

- Tyler Knott Gregson


“People say, 'there are other fish in the sea'. I say, 'fuck you. She was my sea.'” – Jen Faulkner

Reach inside of me
squeeze the scream out of my heart.
Breathe silence back in.

- Tyler Knott Gregson


"It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much."

“It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much.”

Immortal

You said you thought you didn’t make a differnce. Oh sweet love, you ARE the difference.


Just like that


Who are you now?

I thought I knew you. You had my heart. I thought you knew that.


How hard is it not to? How easy?

And I miss you. I miss you desperately.


In your pocket

Keep me in your pocket tonight.
Now and again you may remember
to let your fingers slip inside and touch my breath,
rising to kiss the skin of your palm.


The taste of love

At the end of the day I am still convinced that love really is all you need. Why? Because it’s 9:47pm on one of the shittiest days I have seen in a long time. I am sitting at my desk at work trying to get through a project from hell when the little guy who works here comes to me with a plate of steaming Maggi noodles. He looks at me, shy and uncertain and says, “You haven’t eaten anything all day. Please have some of my dinner.”

It’s disgusting stuff, but I couldn’t have asked for a more satisfying meal. I now know what love tastes like. It tastes like Maggi noodles.


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