my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
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“It’s always been this way between us. We reach lakes and then just stand there. Silence fills us with silence.”
— Anne Michaels, from section 1 of “Words for the Body,”
The Weight of Oranges (The Coach House Press, 1986)
someone: what are your plans for the weekend
me: who knows
me: (i know)
me: (i’m not leaving the house)
Anonymous asked:
Wainich
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Lets talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to explain to your friends and family that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand why you’re having a panic attack while just taking a walk back home. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand your own self and how scary it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why .
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
