Every Sky Was Your Own Kind of Blue

There I sit, lazy, convalescent. To look at me, you might not guess that inside I am laughing and crying, at my own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which I will spend a lifetime trying to learn and understand.

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via fleurstains)

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fading-breath:

"there’s comfort at the bottom of a swimming pool". well yes, but you can not survive there. comforting things may not always be the things that will keep you alive.

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I was laying in bed one night and I thought ‘I’ll just quit— to hell with it.’ And another little voice inside me said ‘Don’t quit— save that tiny little ember of spark.’ And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

—Charles Bukowski  (via ohfierce)

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And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.

Intense shit.

Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough…

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You know what I love? The beach at night. The air is no longer thick with humidity, but refreshingly warm and breezy; with the smell of the salty air consuming you, brushing over your skin. It’s quiet, except for the crashing of the waves and the swirling of the water as it recedes from the shoreline. The sand feels cold and damp as your feet sink into it with every step. You feel free, like you can do anything. Like you can get up and run away with no worries. But you also feel so small. With the array of stars overhead and the vast ocean before you, you feel like you’re only a grain of sand in the world. It’s comforting, though; you feel so safe here, like this is home. The beach is home.