Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.
Lift up your dark heart and sing a song about
how time drifts past you like the gentlest, almost
If our hearts are sick because we love
with a warmth greater than a wildfire,
then so be it. My hands will burn until
I can touch you, and then, ignite
when I do.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
Lois Lowry, The Giver (via quotethat)