Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all."

like honestly, sleeping next to someone is the nicest thing. like when you half wake up at 4am and squeeze them or they move in tighter to you. lovely.

"Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two."

i hate small talk
tell me about how lonely you are or tell me about why you keep waking up in the morning or talk to me about your mum’s eyes and your dad’s laugh. I don’t care about the weather and you don’t care about how my job’s going.

"I need to stop falling in love with my idea of people."

Samotność jest złudzeniem. Myśli człowieka krążą zawsze koło innych ludzi i łączą go z ich losem, który na próżno stara się odepchnąć.

I hope you think about me. When it’s 3am, your door is creaking and your heart is pounding out of your chest. When you hear my favorite song on the radio. When you come across that old picture of me clinging to the thing I used to love most. When you’re sitting at the bar, reminiscing over the past and everything you thought you would have achieved. When you take that girl home and you start to rip off her clothes. I want you to remember me.

"When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

"Your heart has a little empty corner. You won’t even know I’m there — I’ll be very quiet."

"You scare me,” he said. “Why?” she asked. “Because I tell you things I can’t even tell myself."

"He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad."

"When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.

"You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you."

"Shallow relationships exhaust me. Unpack the bags under your eyes and let me stay a little while."
please, let’s be empty here together.

"It doesn’t hurt to lose dead skin 
that was once a part of you. 
It shouldn’t hurt 
to lose people 
who are now nothing 
but dead weights, 
even if they were 
once a part of you."

"when you touched me i turned into sunlight, when you left i burned out into nothing."

"Every poem may not be worth reading, but every poem is worth writing."

"There is something
burning in your heart
and I can
smell the

"Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same."

Everything is right until it’s wrong. You’ll know when it’s wrong. If you don’t it doesn’t matter. Nothing will matter then."
Ernest Hemingway

 It takes me five minutes to pick out oranges at the grocery store. I can’t help but wonder if the stranger next to me misses someone too /d.a.h

We get so hurt when certain people leave us. That’s because we expect them to stay. But people don’t become statues just because you care about them.

Don’t let me become a “what-if.”
You’re too beautiful
and too absent.

Remind me 
I missed you.

I like trees 
because they don’t
They stand 
rooted in truth. 

you're beautiful
and I love you.
I’m sorry if I ever placed anyone above you.
Its times like these that make me realize
how I took you for granted.
I disrespected the respect you demanded,
and knowing you’ll never hear me say I’m sorry,
I can’t stand it.
Not having you here right now is really hard on me,
so here and now I say
I’m sorry

I don’t want to love
a stranger, so tell me more
than just your full name.

We do not speak often anymore.
Our bodies are far apart;
our minds, even farther. 
Yet I still think of you
and wonder if you
replay any
we once

Why is it now that I see the fault of my ways?
Why is it now that I long for past days?
Why is it now that I wish to say…

I love you
Your sudden silence makes us strangers.

His kindest words hurt the most.

I haven’t given up. 
Just waiting.

“Wcale nie chodzi o fizyczność, o namiętne pocałunki i dotyk, który sprawia, że masz gęsią skórkę na całym ciele. To wszystko jest ważne, ale nie najważniejsze.
Chodzi o to, żeby mieć w drugiej osobie partnera, kogoś, kto Cię wspiera bez względu na wszystko, kto Cię zrozumie, nawet jeśli ma odmienne zdanie. Chodzi o to, żebyście dyskutowali, kłócili się, bronili swoich poglądów, żebyście poznawali swoje pasje, nie zamykali się w czterech ścianach, ma być ciekawie, ma się dziać.
Chodzi o to, by spotkać taką osobę, która sprawi, że będziesz chciał być lepszym człowiekiem. I która Ci w tym pomoże.”

"I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind."

"Missing you became
just like breathing.
I didn’t realize I was doing it
until I stopped."

"It never mattered whether you
wanted me or not, I belonged 
to you outright the moment I 
showed you my brokenness and 
you kept looking at me like
I was whole"

Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness."

"It’s okay if I’m not
your favorite
chapter you have 
but I hope you
sometimes smile
when you flip
back to the pages
I was still apart of.

"I’ve things to do today:
I must crush memory down,
I must turn my heart to stone,
I must try living, again."
Anna Akhmatova

I have all of this love
with no one to give it to.
I think that breaks my heart more
than you ever could have.

"What you hope, you will eventually believe. What you believe you will eventually know. What you know, you will eventually create. What you create, you will eventually experience. What you experience, you will eventually express. What you express, you will eventually become. This is the formula for all of life."
— Neale Donald Walsch

"You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming."
— Miles Walser,

"'That’s the problem with drinking,' I thought, as I poured myself a drink. 'If something bad happens, you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens, you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens, you drink to make something happen.'"
— Charles Bukowski, 

"With all your lies, you’re still very lovable."
— Bon Iver, “For Emma”

"I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

"When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak."
— Audre Lorde


Clementine von Radics

"You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

"I still breathe
you in some days
and find love letters
in the air I exhale."

I spent 1,377 minutes spelling your name backwards,
hoping that I can make sense of our past.
but each letter only spelled out the days I’ve wasted
You sewed your kiss into my ribs many moons ago
and I finally found a way to untie each broken promise.

he knew. and that was the saddest part of it all.

This is me picking up my 
two unheld hands and 
walking away. This is me
seeing the unsaid words 
and realizing they’re never
going to be said. This is
me being so sick and
fucking tired of having to
wait for the snow to melt
because you’re too damn
proud to go and shovel.
This is me being my own
spring because your winter
was giving me frostbite and
I was starting to blame 
myself for the pain.

some nights my wrist aches from
tracing the same sentence onto this blank page:
"I would love you for all my life,
if I could just find where you are.”

“Jeśli sądzisz, że ktoś stał ci się obojętny to po chwili znajdzie się moment, gdy zabraknie jego obecności bardziej niż kiedykolwiek.”

“Są ludzie którzy bez pożegnania odchodzą i Ci co bez zapowiedzi wracają.”