there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space—Charles Bukowski, “no help for that”
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space—Charles Bukowski, “no help for that”
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— Hafiz
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— Jonathan Franzen, Freedom (via bookmania)
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empathy is honestly so exhausting. it makes you take on all this additional heaviness that you didn’t want in the first place. it makes you feel guilty for being angry or upset because it’s so good at making excuses for other people. it makes you vulnerable to abuse or neglect.
and yet, i wouldn’t be the person i am without it. i wouldn’t be as understanding or as level-headed. i wouldn’t be able to read people as easily as i do. to tell the difference between pain and fear, anger and hurt. i wouldn’t know when to see someone’s anger and say to myself that this is not about you. this is about them and their own private war. i wouldn’t be able to sit down deep in someone else’s hurt and wait it out with them like a storm.
tomorrow my coworker has to say goodbye to her cat and even just knowing this, i’m already feeling small amounts of grief for her. i don’t know the cat, i don’t even know this woman well but i can’t shut it off.
i think sometimes knowing that people i care about are hurting feels worse than if i had to experience that hurt myself.
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— gillian anderson - “what’s your favourite smell?” (via featherumbrellas)
— Tennessee Williams, 27 Wagons Full of Cotton and Other Plays (via featherumbrellas)
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