“No matter how you feel. Get up, dress up, show up and never give up.”
— Unknown
“As long as I am acting out of love, I feel I am doing the best I know how.”
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido
“You don’t know what a wild, crazy longing I have, what an ache there is inside me.”
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”
— Dalai Lama
everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. "oh it's such an ugly color, too bright!" look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she's the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.
June Gehringer, “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs”
[Text ID: “the worst thing about love is / i remember it. / i walk around all day / thinking: i’m going to die / in the universe / you loved me in.”]
im still young i still have time im still young i still have time im still young i still have time [lays on the floor wasting my time]
sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc
“in another universe: we don’t leave the city. my hand is still in yours, and yeah, it’s 9:30pm, but we’re walking in a park. we never have to worry about making it work, because it just does, it always has. and you hold my hand, and (this time) you don’t let go. in another universe: we make it work. you call more often and i stop calling so much. we call it love because love is comfortable, this is just something that happens as time goes on, the spark had to go out eventually, right? we fall into a rhythm and maybe fall out of love, but (this time) it’s enough. in another universe: we never meet. or maybe we do but maybe this time i don’t say yes to going to the park at 9:30pm. i listen to my brain instead of my heart and run at the first sign of returned love. i’ve always been good at that, right? i hold my breath instead of holding your hand, and i don’t let you kiss me on the sidewalk. and something feels off. but i don’t know what it is, so it’s alright. and maybe i miss someone, but (this time) i don’t know who i’m missing. in this universe: i felt the shift ever since we left the city. i called too much and decided this is what love feels like. isn’t this what love feels like? you held my hand when i asked you to and kissed my neck like you might still want me and maybe you still wanted me but it wasn’t enough to make it work. i would’ve made it work, if you asked. i cried on the metro while i listened to our songs that aren’t even our songs because i never showed them to you, but i don’t care because you’ll never hear them now. i think about us in the city and i think about us in the park and i think about all the times you said: baby we can make it you and me. and i wonder if maybe we still could. but it’s different now because in this universe you let go and in this universe it wasn’t enough and in this universe i know who i’m missing and he’s exactly 42 minutes away if there’s no traffic. and maybe in this universe we don’t end up together, but maybe (this time) we’re not supposed to.”
— in another universe love is enough (via @honeylovur, inspired by this post)
