Typewriter Series #61 by Tyler Knott Gregson
it is scary, how well you can capture feelings sir! Congratulations!
Every time you do that my heart jumps to my throat, my stomach feels like a bottomless pit and I stop breathing for a moment.
Please stop.
It was ok when I thought we had something special. Now it is just evil.
Thank you
"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."
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Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey
(via immortels)
Columbus killed the hope…
‘“I’ll follow him to the ends of the earth,” she sobbed. Yes, darling. But the earth doesn’t have any ends. Columbus fixed that.’ ~Tom Robbins
There comes a time in everyone’s life when we are comfronted by something utterly impossible. No matter what our will may tell us, there is no comfort left in the trying.
He had always expected that moment, when his dreams would crumble to the ground in hopeless silence.
She had never even though about it.
The uncomfortable comfort of a friend
The ebb and flow of our relationship had become like the carefully tuned and yet unconsciously executed action of breathing.
There was a rhythm to the step and a very particular stride in the chaos of our lives, and somehow, we had fallen into the terrible abyss of an uncomfortable comfort.
In his voice I could recognize the whisper of pain and hear the size of his happiness. I could estimate the length of his dreams and calculate the speed at which his heart was racing towards a love so strong it would kill him on collision.
In the cadence of my breathing he could count my fleeting fears, in the gasp for air between two sobs he could measure the size of my longing and through the lines of my smile he could draw the maps to any particular point in my heart.
But this information, like the rules of Latin declinations or the laws of chemistry, were a subject we were both well versed in but would never put to use.
He would never have to find his way in the labyrinth of my feelings using the map my smile had given away while I wasn’t looking. And I, I was never supposed to try to fill his aching silence with the bits and pieces of his broken dreams.
"I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky."
- Lemony Snicket (via thenocturnals)
Let’s revisit…
A broken heart, a brand new friendship, a new location, renewed hope, something to look forward to… a hundred ways to lose it all.
A fairy tale wedding, an exotic weekend, an enduring friendship, a letter, a key, 100 memories.
A new home, a romantic summer, time to learn, a lifetime.
The future
(via qomaspeakup)
“I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.”
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“I am not sure what to think of the king.
But I have decided that I Love you…
I want us to be together.
I want us to live together.
I want to enjoy the afternoon sun with you.
And we will turn off all the noises that keep us awake at night.
I will always make you happy.”
-Sam Brown - Amazing Rain
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