- Jeanette Winterson (via unculturedmag)
How strange that this place in the pit of my gut I used reside in so much in the past, I had almost totally forgotten about.
I am back being the me I have complete confidence in my in-confidence about; and it’s the only familiar thing I know, but it also reminds me that the familiar is hugely unwanted, desolate, and poses great damage to my being.
An existential conflict between the past, present, and that niche in time and space that seems somehow absolute, no matter where I am chronologically in life.
I think that perhaps certain kinds of people use their sadness as a means to obtain identity, individuality, partition from such a vast sea of better-thans and more-thans..
- Charles D’Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories (via theunquotables)
It takes more bravery than most people would care to know, to accept the good in your life when you’ve been (continuously) hurt by, given false hope to, and ultimately left by the people you trust most.
So much wasted bravery