Best Lucyquin Quotes Today

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January 22, 2016 6:48pm UTC

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You’ll have days where you can’t shake the feeling that it is as though the world was created with everyone else but you in mind. And you’ll seek solace in every capacity, but there is no proper comfort, no inspirational words or advice, because it’s not entirely untrue — the world is inconsiderate and it stops for no one.
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seafoam*
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March 20, 2016 8:41pm UTC

i have dreams of never
being apologetic again, of abandoning all expectations in a topless car as I’m scattered like dust along an open roadway. And each part of me will go a different way, I’ll live a million different lives, I’ll see so many places and people, my eyes will get full and burst and it’ll start all over again. It is a madness that can never be harnessed, the desire to see all things, all people, all places. To never have to wake up in the same place twice, to live without regret that I am missing out on all the little things.

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seafoam*
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January 21, 2016 7:26pm UTC

We’re all constantly searching for happiness, never realizing it’s always there, safely tucked inside our skin, wrapped in ribbons around our bones, and idling softly inside our hearts.

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seafoam*
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January 21, 2016 7:12pm UTC

there are places on a
person you should never touch. Most think it’s the heart because the heart is most vulnerable. In actuality it is the mind. Where the heart is able to heal, the mind is not. Memories can be revisited, agitated with little to no warning. They are almost like a cancer, sitting dormant, patiently waiting until they are awakened — then it spreads to all facets of the body. The heart is a dull ache, an indescribable sensation in the chest that heals with time. The mind is far more sinister. It is a room of mirrors, an active hive stirred awake by subconscious chance in order to chase after you as you attempt to run from everything you’ve tried to forget.

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seafoam*
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March 28, 2016 1:35pm UTC

what's so frustrating
about things like anxiety or depression is everyone is always under the impression that the people who suffer from it should change their behavior or thinking in order to adapt to the world around them. rarely is any responsibility placed on the people who don’t suffer from any of these things. it’s just always assumed that the person suffering from any type of mental illness is the one who needs to change or to adapt, whereas no one else is expected to change their ways of thinking in order to be more understanding, educated or helpful to those who aren’t like them. it’s unfair and quite honestly tremendously unproductive. mental illness is just that — it’s an illness. so instead of telling someone all the ways in which they need to change, start asking them ways in which you can help them feel more comfortable.

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seafoam*
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January 16, 2016 7:14pm UTC

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To be with him was almost like trying to be in love with a forest – a vast and never ending safe haven to run and hide when life became too complex. But no matter how well I thought I knew my way around him, I was still somehow always perpetually lost. And in trying to find my way, I discovered nothing more than an overgrown, untamed emotionless heart at his center that was harnessed only on a self-concerned need to survive. I went unnoticed, merely a guest within the deepest confines of someone, leaving only footprints as the only indication I was even there.
—Lucy Quin
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seafoam*
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April 30, 2016 9:08am UTC

nothing is as i remember
it in the morning, all parts of me lost and floating somewhere unreachable within the darkness of the previous night. The only constant is the ever-returning light stream that slips through blind slats every morning to slice a hole in the darkness so I can breathe. Today the sun stumbles through open windows the same way I remember it doing the first morning I woke up with him. But now I wake up alone and instead of reaching for him, I reach for the sun that’s spilled all over the other side of the bed. I try to catch it in my palm and close my hand around it again and again, but I can never quite grasp it. I stop trying and slide my hand out of the sun and next to my body. I spend the day in bed watching the sun slide further and further away until the room and I are nothing but shadows.

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seafoam*
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March 20, 2016 8:37pm UTC

Love, much like a pressed flower between the pages of your favorite book. Kept and cherished until one day it becomes too brittle, crumbling in your hands, and all you’re left with are pieces of something once very beautiful.

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seafoam*
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March 20, 2016 8:48pm UTC

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As I get older I made a promise to my body to never fault it for showing its age because it stuck by me, kept me company, like the ground underneath the Eiffel Tower, straining under the weight of something precious and I’d be wrong to disregard it after it has supported me.
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seafoam*
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April 30, 2016 9:06am UTC

I have reoccurring dreams of ballerinas in straitjackets, bending completely at the waist until their bodies snap in half like weak branches. And although their torsos lay motionless their legs keep dancing and they are as graceful and agile as they ever were. When I awake I remind myself it is okay to feel constricted, it is okay to fall to pieces, but I must keep moving despite the disconnect, I must act inherently natural despite how unnatural it has all become.
— Lucy Quin

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seafoam*
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April 30, 2016 9:07am UTC

I’ve always had a problem with saying how I feel. Not because I’m at all inadequate at conveying what goes on inside, but because much little does happen that can be dismantled into words. My chest is not flowing prose, my heart will never beat out soliloquies. Inside is a mess of a thousand different stories, like the return bin of a public library. I cannot offer anyone anything but bits and pieces and hope they understand how difficult it is to put words together that adequately explain the hurricane that is the human heart.
— Lucy Quin

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seafoam*
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May 3, 2016 8:36pm UTC

It is love in its entirety or not at all, I am not crossed fingers, a wish whispered silently while you toss pennies into hopeful waters, appreciate me for who I am not who you need me to be.

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seafoam*
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November 13, 2016 10:47am UTC

HE TOLD ME he loved her but he should have tiptoed around her like one would a minefield — a delicate balance between thrilling and terrifying, because that’s what love does to people, it rips them apart. And even if you’re lucky enough to make it out in one piece you’re never exactly the same. You are exposed nerve endings and sleepless nights, a collection of mismatched parts operating on anything other than sentiment because you’ve seen what it does — you now know what it’s like to run your hands along the shards of someone else’s life and have them bleed you dry for no other purpose but the satisfaction of knowing that they can.

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seafoam*
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February 23, 2016 8:52pm UTC

I swear there is no feeling quite
as comforting like the glow of the television from the window of the house down the street on a night when I cannot sleep. Sometimes I lay in bed trying to picture who is watching and why they also can’t get to sleep. I think of how they will never know how many nights they have been my only source of solace, how they’ve been the only means of consistency in my life when so many others have failed.
My mother always tells me I find comfort in the uncomfortable, that out of all of her children I am the only one that keeps her up at night worrying the most. Sometimes I think about who might be watching the television glowing from the window of my parent’s bedroom as my mother stays up thinking about all the other more suitable versions of myself she’d rather I grew up to become. I think about who they are or why they are awake staring at the flickering light of my parent’s television, and I can’t help but be comforted by the idea.

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seafoam*
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January 22, 2016 7:10pm UTC

When someone’s sad, you can feel it, like stepping outside and being able to sense an oncoming storm; it emanates from all parts of their body. But unlike a storm it is contained, a sadness housed by bones and skin, and thankfully so, because the world could not handle the storm that is a broken heart.

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seafoam*
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January 21, 2016 8:17pm UTC

IT Doesn'T maTTer How
HARD YOU TRY, LOVE WON'T
GROW IN AN EMPTY CHEST.

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seafoam*
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January 15, 2016 2:29pm UTC

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Where did you disappear to when I wasn’t looking? It’s 3 A.M. and the world is unrecognizable, shadows spilling through half-opened blind slats to crawl carelessly across the room. Loneliness is the only silence I’ve ever known that was loud enough to kill, but yet all I ever do is trace the stitching of my comforter for hours to distract my fingers from the phone. I haven’t heard your voice in years and I want to remember it like it was home.
—Lucy Quin
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seafoam*
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January 19, 2016 3:41pm UTC

Don't chase them. If they feel
inclined to drift from one open hand to the other, feeding on easily dispensed sympathy then let them. I won’t whisper I love you’s into your mouth so you can feel alive again while you lay up at night hating yourself for no other reason but to fuel an expertly crafted sardonic shell of who you once were. I am a poor excuse for a human being but I am one just the same - not a temporary place of refuge for you to hide while you try your act out on me to iron out the kinks before you make it a profession. There is nothing I hate more than cleverness masked in weakness hiding in the bones of a man like a cancer, waiting to leave dormancy to rip a person’s life to pieces for no other reason but because he can. I won’t wait around to find out if I’m ideal to win your heart over when its existence is extremely debatable. I won’t live in fear of you disappearing when I don’t emote to your standards. I won’t acknowledge you in public. I will pretend you never existed because I’m not your muse, I’m not your lover, and I’m definitely not your safe bet.

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seafoam*
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January 19, 2016 3:28pm UTC

i bet you look charming
in the rain, water beading out of your hair, collecting like puddles in the hollows of your shoulders before spilling like tiny waterfalls to the spaces between our feet. But I’ll never know. There’s so many intricate things I’ll just never know. And that’s the part that hurts most – the not knowing. That’s the kind of uncertainty that keeps you up at night - rum soaked brain, eyes staring out half opened windows at no one in particular. I can’t stop looking for answers I’ll never really find in the faces of people I’ll never even meet. I can’t stop feeling like the ground is crumbling out from under my feet.

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March 20, 2016 7:26pm UTC

It is one of those days when the incessant chatter of birds can be mistaken for chirps of your name; I could have sworn when the creamer swirled into my coffee it spidered out in a shape very similar to your iris; the wind blew through the curtains and the familiar chill of loneliness danced up and down my body.

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