We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?
David Foster Wallace (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
You know not
of the hell from
which I came.

Do not attempt
to define the
recovery that
I walk toward.
This is my younger brother with one of his six kids. He and his wife have been having alot of issues between them for awhile. Saturday he took his and his wifes life. It is such an utter tragedy. Tomorrow I head to Georgia to help my other brother with the kids and other things.
He was a sweet, sensitive person. He loved his wife and kids. This was not the answer. It NEVER is.

This is my younger brother with one of his six kids. He and his wife have been having alot of issues between them for awhile. Saturday he took his and his wifes life. It is such an utter tragedy. Tomorrow I head to Georgia to help my other brother with the kids and other things.

He was a sweet, sensitive person. He loved his wife and kids. This was not the answer. It NEVER is.

“The problem with truth
is that it destroys the ‘self’ who seeks it.
That is why so few people
really want to hear the truth.”

- Jeff Foster
You try so hard to remember a voice, a sound, faces, places, memories, scents, touch, emotions. In time they feel if they are slipping away. The ones you want to hold on to the most come together as a faded, disconnected puzzle. One piece cuts you so sharp, like it’s made from a jagged piece of glass. You remember the ones you want to forget the most. The harder you try to remember, the faster they seem to fade. You don’t want to forget, because it feels like everything will be gone forever.

You try so hard to remember a voice, a sound, faces, places, memories, scents, touch, emotions. In time they feel if they are slipping away. The ones you want to hold on to the most come together as a faded, disconnected puzzle. One piece cuts you so sharp, like it’s made from a jagged piece of glass. You remember the ones you want to forget the most. The harder you try to remember, the faster they seem to fade. You don’t want to forget, because it feels like everything will be gone forever.

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognise it as such.
Henry Miller (via kari-shma)

“You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you’re small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you’re wrong.”

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he’s transmitting electricity through his skin.

"My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press." he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.

His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, “But I resist it.”

"Why…" I swallow hard. "Why is that your first instinct?"

"Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up. I’ve seen it. It’s fascinating." He releases me but doesn’t pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just want to see it again. Want to see you awake.”

Veronica Roth, Divergent (via quotes-shape-us)
It’s amazing and sad what we have to do to survive sometimes.
Corey Taylor (via quotes-shape-us)
You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.
 Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaproject)
…sometimes the happiest ending isn’t the one you keep longing for, but something you absolutely cannot see from where you are.
We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.
Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes (via shomk)

Loss doesn’t get any easier with time, like they say it does. You only learn to live with it. It becomes apart of you and who you are.