Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It’s light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you’ve hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you’ve seen the worst and the best– well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.
—  Liane Moriarty, What Alice Forgot

louis for lunch(donate here!)
day 16: color pallete

It makes me sick to my stomach when I hear a song and can see you in the passenger seat, singing off key. It makes me want to curl up and die when people ask me about you. It makes me want to rip my hair out when I find things that remind me of you, but I think the thing that makes me feel the worst is the thought of how easy it was for you to let me go.
—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write #12 / things that are both sad and true