collected thoughts

iamdeeplyrooted:

I will melt into
this earth;
I am green grass,
I am dirt,
I am roots,
becoming one
with the stubborn ground;
I am deeply rooted,
always.

INFJ Confessions 484) If someone asks me what I’m thinking about, I often get shy about it, afraid that they don’t understand. My typical answer to someone who I know is at least mildly competent is “Everything and nothing,” because I am thinking so many things at once— psychological concepts, philosophy, astronomy, inner reflections of self, and yet so many things that can be considered trivial on a certain scale, even that which I’ve already listed.

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"I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping."

D. Young

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larmoyante:

Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful To You

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"…a relationship can be the most intense form of being alone if you’re not careful."

Chuck Palahniuk, Stranger than Fiction

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"Silence is God’s first language."

John of the Cross

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boneslace:

My spine hurts because I am still carrying the thoughts of you between my ribs. 

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Change.

lilysofthefield:

I think we all have our pockets full of change.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot. 

Change is something we’ll promise quicker than it takes the sun to fall below the earth’s surface. We promise to change or not to change. For the exact moment that promise falls out of our lips, we don’t realize how hard it is to keep that promise, how easy it is to break it. 

Change is inevitable and beyond our control, more than we understand. Sometimes, it’s gradually, slowly over time, piece by piece, bit by bit. Other times, it’s a split second, a passing moment, a weary thought. 

We change by choice and without choice. We change because we’re loved and forgotten. We change for the ones we love and by the ones we love.

Change comes after a flat line echoing in the silence of the moon and as someone yells clear, you’re shaken back to life.

Change is okay. I think we concentrate on the negativity and try our best to persuade life not to change, our heart to slow down and our mind to be put on reverse. We don’t spend time embracing what is changing. We keep looking back and mourning what we may have just lost instead of moving along the river bend and drinking the refreshing water. 

There is possibility of change in every passing moment, every passing stranger, every passing lover, every passing thought.

I think the best thing we can do, is absorb life as it comes to you, every twist and turn, every unexpected surprise, good or bad, and every change. 

The more we let change happen, we’ll remember how human we truly are.

I want him to change me. I want her to change me. I want you to change me.

All the while, I never forget who I am.

ayeinnoc:

It’d be nice to be led out of the fire now and then, but wishes are only wishes.

hopeinhealing:

If her ribcage were to collapse
and crush her heart,
she doubted she would feel it
because it had been aching for so long. 

ayeinnoc:

Lately, I’ve been at a loss for words - my brain is still turning, but my thoughts are overlapping. There is not one justified explanation that can elucidate how I currently am, but I’m trying. I’m trying to be okay, but I’m clearly not doing so well am I? I don’t even think this blog is comprehensible in words than it is in my head. I apologize.

theskeletonofme:

rosey (by lauren doughty)

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