abandonment issues
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
I begin writing our eulogy,
begin picking out headstones,
once you’ve been gone for a little too long.
Your silence gets filled
with feelings of abandonment,
where I bite my fingernails down
until they begin to bleed.
Silence can be filled with
so many different words,
and so many different languages.
I take the ashes of what we once had
and sprinkle them into the ocean,
saying goodbye for the 7th
time in the past 3 days.
Only for you to come back around,
you were never gone to begin with.
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
devikawrites-deactivated2015082
A woman’s first blood doesn’t come from between her legs but from biting her tongue.
thepoliticalnoteboo1deac
…often women aren’t allowed to be characters in history, they have to be stereotypes. Cleopatra was a poet and a philosopher, she was incredibly good at maths; she wasn’t that much of a looker. But when we think of her, we think: big breasted seductress bathing in milk. Often, even when women have made their mark and they are remembered by history, we are offered a fantasy version of their lives.
Dr. Bettany Hughes on women’s absence from history, and the ways historians need to actively put women back into the narrative. (via thepoliticalnotebook)
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
darklipsandkillerheels-deactiva
and so they asked me,
‘does this song remind you of him?’
I laughed because,
well,
everything does.
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
Sylvia Plath (via coolgirlofrp)
Source: quotemadness.com
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
I exist in two places.
here, and where you are.
Margaret Atwood, “Corpse Song” (via wordsnquotes)
Source: thelovejournals
Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worst type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run. They don’t want to hurt other people. It is against their very nature. They want to make amends and undo the wrong they did. Their life is a wave of highs and lows. They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing, and the ones that often become activists for the broken hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.
Shannon L. Alder
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
sexemulators
Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
George Bernard Shaw
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.
The Five People You Meet In Heaven (via parisiandreaming)
Source: serrated
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
boulevards
But I don’t break like glass bottles. I bend and twist and—and feel everything that’s thrown at me, and I’m tired. I just want to shatter so I never have to feel anything again.
Patty Blount, from Some Boys (via boulevards)
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
wordsnquotes
It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.
Caitlyn Siehl (via metamorpheus)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
archaeologicals-deactivated2016
Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.
George Mallory, from a letter to his wife Ruth during the 1921 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition (via palmerwrites)
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feelingbleu-deactivated20220110
Oh how I cannot wait for married life. To wake up next to my wife, skin on skin. Both of us getting up to put on baggy shirts and she’ll feed the dog while I put on some coffee. I’ll meet her out on the porch, two mugs in hand. We can whisper among the trees. My family will adore her. I’ll love her. Living in ecstacy. Dreaming of summer.
Gabrielle (via plant-based-hoe)
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
twenty minutes of anger,
six hours of depression,
an hour of happiness,
forty more minutes of anger,
fourteen minutes of denial,
repressing the suicidal urges,
repressing the urge to cry,
repressing the urge to lash out,
giving into the urges, hurting myself,
giving into the urges and crying my heart out,
giving in and lashing out.
sixty minutes of wishing I was okay,
three minutes of screaming as the phone
goes to voicemail.
two minutes of wanting to go home.
ninety minutes of feeling sick from eating.
thirty five minutes of ignoring everyone who claims to love you.
hours of wishing to go to sleep and never waking up.
full day of mood swings.
an eternity of hell with all the time I spend with myself.
(via deadwatered)
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident.
Carrie Fisher (1956-2016), on pursuing one’s dreams while mentally ill.
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leamichele-news
I know that Darren’s always wanted to sing “Battlefield” with me [Laughs.], he actually wanted to do “Battlefield” on “Glee” which I thought would have been so great ‘cause one of my favorite things on “Glee” was when like, girls did boys’ songs and when boys did girls’ songs, like when the boys sang “Do You Know What It Feels Like For A Girl” in the Madonna episode, like I thought that that was such an interesting new version, and so I thought it would have cool so I would definitely do—'cause wouldn’t it be interesting, ooh, I’m getting the chills, oh my God we have to do this I’m gonna text Darren—but to do like a male/female “Battlefield,” like, from a guy’s perspective and a girl’s perspective, oh my God, we’re doing it, ok, I’m talking to him about it today, this is such a good idea. I would call him right now but he’s probably in, like, somewhere across the globe.
haleyjamesarchive reblogged
Listen, my whole life, - I grew up in the Bronx, I’m from New York - everyone always told me I wasn’t pretty enough; that I needed to get a nose job, you know. I wasn’t pretty enough to be the pretty girl but a little too pretty to play the awkward friend. I just really feel like Hollywood has changed; beauty has changed and I’m embracing, always, my uniqueness with naked bed pictures.