Arthur Miller (via quote-book) (via worldonfire)
I don’t usually reblog quotebook because a) I don’t follow them and b) I’m slightly creeped out by them (in a good way?) because whenever they reblog my stuff (usually through lovebot [checkout my name-dropping tonight, y’all {if you’re not a tumblr-user and you’re reading my blog you can ignore the name-dropping}]) my tumblarity goes up from its normal 100-250 to 900+ and I sort of spazz a little because I wonder who the hell is reading my blog and liking and reblogging stuff and then I realize “oh, I posted a good quote, ok” and wait for the numbers to get back to normal again.
ANYway! My regrets aren’t things, they are people. And usually not (entirely) my fault. They are people that I put too much into who put nothing into me (emotionally. we shouldn’t get into literal talk here—that’s bat country) and who gave everything of mine to someone else. And then when I am left with nothing and they are however they end up all I can do is ask why they let me give so much for so long without letting me go. And it is always when I find myself again, when I am refreshed and full and wonderful again that I also find someone else into whom I empty.
I am still trying to be full again. I do not blame you. Not for this time. You told me to find someone else from the very start. I just have horribly unshakable faith.
(via sleepanddream)
oh i feel so special! :)
and p.s. i feel the same way.. although in the end i prefer to call it horribly misplaced faith.
(via lovebot) (2 months ago)