“I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés (via larmoyante)
“Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.”
— Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via pythons)
(Source: larmoyante, via pythons)
“Stop wearing his coat and sell his CDs.
White out his name in your address book.
Buy new perfume and learn how to masturbate
with the showerhead.
Turn the pain into something you can use.
And when it feels like you’re imploding,
like you’re the only one
who wants to lie down in the street,
know that there will always be girls
who stream through this city
with their mouths slightly open
trying to breathe
and waiting to be kissed.”
— Nicole Blackman, excerpt from “Girls” (via larmoyante)