henzellovestosmile:

There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rule book that says it is all right to wake up crying,but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no  longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school  portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it’s okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.

(via henzellovestosmile)

henzellovestosmile:

Because sometimes people do actually feel that way. Sometimes your life feels like it’scaving in on you. Sometimes people really do feel like they don’t want to exist, like they want to just curl up in a ball, and go into a place between life and death. Saying “I don’t want to exist” isn’t saying “I want to go die”. It’s saying that “I wish that, for the time being, I could go somewhere and not have to feel”. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. And if you don’t know how it feels to feel this way, then you have no place to judgeanyone who does.

henzellovestosmile:

… And if you’re afraid, you know I’m just a kiss away.

henzellovestosmile:

Having less is lighter. Start asking yourself if you really need everything you have, or if you just have it out of fear. Start to let go of what you have, so it doesn’t own you. And then, as you have less, you feel lighter. It’s wonderful.

henzellovestosmile:

There are certain people who come into your life and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

henzellovestosmile:

Sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been somewhere with someone new trying to replace the past that’s attached to it, or how many times you wear something over and over again trying to rid it of a scent that still seems to live in it, or how many days, years, months or seasons go by - there will always seem to be that one memory much stronger than the rest that your heart will remember the most.