La Jolla, CA
Cassandra Clare
“I’m homesick all the time … I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.”
— Sarah Addison Allen
I’m tired. Life’s become a miserable cycle. Too much burden. I’ve never complained about always getting the short end of the stick or said that life’s been unfair to me. I’ve taken every hit and continued to go on but it’s literally gotten nowhere but back to the same shitty beginning once again. I’m getting tired of just constantly hitting rock bottom. I want out
When there are no words of comfort.
All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.
Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief
Mary Oliver, What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems
Olivia Steen (British, b. Kent, England, based South East, England) - Summer Bathers, Print
