#break

Not to be with the one you love, Laura, the one person you should be spending your life with--it’s like a kind of living death. To wake up every morning and know you are still here. To have that brief, sweet moment of blankness, before your mind reminds you who you are, and why you are unhappy. It was like hell. A living hell of the heart’s own making. ↗

— Harriet Evans

#love #death

I'm a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me. ↗

— Greta Garbo

#camille #deject #life #love #worth

If breakups are like deaths, then ex sightings are like seeing a ghost: you feel goose bumps, near loss of bladder control, and the sensation of your heart bursting in your throat. The distinction is that the ex is alive. ↗

— Daria Snadowsky

#death

I'm so tired. Once, I wanted to watch the floods coming into a canyon, to stand on the edge and see it happen, on ground that was safe but shaking. I'd like to hear the trees snapy away and see the water come higher, I thought, but only from a place where it couldn't reach me. Now I think it might be a terrifying, bright relief to stand on the canyon floor and see the wall of water coming down, and to know this is it, I am finished, and before you could even complete the thought, you would be swallowed, and whole. ↗

— Ally Condie

#death #relief #water #beauty

I’ve often thought of becoming a professional hat designer. I’d make hats with many feathers, hats that wake you up in the morning, hats that lay eggs, and, most importantly, hats that can be eaten for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dinner #feathers #funny-hats #lunch #strange

For the parents of a Little Leaguer, a baseball game is simply a nervous breakdown into innings. ↗

— Earl Wilson

#baseball #baseball game #breakdown #game #innings

The great break of my literary career was going to law school. ↗

— Scott Turow

#career #going #great #law #law school

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you? ↗

— Tabitha Suzuma

#hope #lochan #love #maya #love

I didn't let her go. She went. It's not my fault. She did it. She could undo it. This is feeling so fucking famliar. Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Of is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else? ↗

— David Levithan

#loneliness #rant #experience

Jealousy always trumps schadenfreude! It’s a rule from the heartbreak version of ‘rock, paper, scissors. ↗

— Julie Klausner

#jealousy #love #dating