To let go, when you know you have to is like choosing both grief and hope. Hope that you have control over your life, hope that there is something that is more in alignment for you out there. But you are giving up the possibility of the known joy. There must have been something you are letting go of that is meaningful and beautiful. Letting go, for

I won’t say that I’m waiting on you to change your mind

I will say that you live in my head all the time

I try to kick you out but you’re so cozy inside

I always thought it was bullshit when my best friends told me that one day I would experience

This

This crying every night cause I’m so sad then I’m so high

When you text me when you don’t

When you will

Blue Train Lines - Mount Kimbie, King Krule

Here's another thing
That threw up in my mind like the razor blade and her wrist locked
In a closet of Deep Space Nine
Deposit for a wasted life
I lost it with a sweepstakes sigh in another fucking fight
A junkie in a queue for the lavatory line
That's another lost sight
A stabbing of his eyes
Her veins are now

The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus (via Julien Baker