I think you meet me in my dreams sometimes just so we can talk for awhile

quotemadness:

“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”

— Henry David Thoreau 

It’s been happening to me too in a number of ways. The more I see the less I know. Maybe it’s true, maybe there are other timelines ones we can’t possible perceive. Maybe dreams are thin spots in the universe, where our brains switches stations and we see the other side. Maybe somewhere out there we got it right

Sometimes dreams feel so real, they imitate reality in every sense. The sights and sounds and people the way they step in and out of your life. Almost so close and so real you can’t find the seam, the stitching you pull back to crack open reality. A curtain that is always falling. Waking is a nightmare. It’s disorienting and takes time to stop the spinning. Take 6 deep breaths and count to 10, dig your fingers into the bed and ground yourself. It doesn’t always work. People spin around and around in your head like ghosts or alcohol or memories making your brain foggy. So close and so so far you can’t seem to find the right way up, dizzy and drowning and gasping for air. Slowly, slowly the dark room fills your mind instead of the people. The laughter the talking it’s all gone. Replaced by a deafening silence and the reality that it was just a dream. Still, you check your phone you check the date you check social media you check whatever you can for even a glimpse that it was real. Something to let you know those other people were real. That they felt it too. That they were there and said the things you wanted to hear. That you hadn’t lost them or weren’t losing them, that things were okay. Instead you’re a alone, a million miles away and gasping for air

20somethingandstilllost:

“People hold themselves back from love and happiness so they never have to lose it.”

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Brianna Wiest (If You’re Afraid Of Love Because You’re Afraid Of Loss : This Is For You)

More of her work (UK link)

(US link)

theseasideblonde:

“Nobody is looking at you the way you think they are. Nobody is thinking about you the way you wish they would. They are looking at themselves. They are thinking about themselves. They are reading themselves. This isn’t sad, it’s freeing. This should be the crux of your ultimate liberation. The truth is that you have nobody to prove wrong but yourself. The people from your past probably didn’t disapprove of yourself nearly as much as you feared they did. This closure is for you. This growth is for you. This change is yours. This is you vs. you, you meeting you, you seeing you for the first time. This is about you becoming who you know you can be. This is about you finally living up to your potential. But mostly, this is about you recognizing that you were not your best self before. You didn’t behave the way you wish you would have. You didn’t do what you should have. You weren’t what you hoped you’d be. Whenever we want desperately to prove someone else wrong, what we are really trying to do is quell our own lingering disappointment that we didn’t live up to our own expectations. So remember this, the next time you’re trying to craft a glow up story that is compelling to others, ask yourself why you are still waiting for their approval. The answer, almost always, is that you still do not have your own.”

— Brianna Wiest, Thought Catalog

I dreamt about you last night, I wish I could remember what you said

purplebuddhaquotes:

““Monday’s obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can’t remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday’s temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn’t say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They’re in love. Friday’s always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades. - But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn.””

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