this blog is not a well-curated museum. it's my bedroom & i'm putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall
part of accepting love for me also requires accepting grief, dissolution. my pets will die, my friends may drift from me, lovers may have a change of heart. none of it makes the love in vain. part of accepting love is accepting movement. but love is mostly letting myself get lost in the moment, i am learning. letting myself be fully alive in the now. i dont always need to think that far ahead all the time. the potential exists now.
Been letting go of people without necessarily villainizing them. I don’t need to tell myself “they’re a bad person” “don’t know how to handle my emotions” “have xyz negative traits” “a total asshole without any redeeming qualities” to be able to arrive at the conclusion that maybe that certain person would not be a very healthy addition to my life. Idk growing up and maturing has come w seeing other people not though the lens of “u bad me good,” but more so through “we’re all imperfect in our own ways, and I can still acknowledge the good in you even as I decide it’s best to part ways.” People will always be tricky to navigate, it’s just a matter of asking yourself “do I have the capacity or time for this? Is this worth it?” and the answer can still be no even if the person you’re removing from your life isn’t an evil caricature of who they actually are
Walt Whitman, ‘Sometimes With One I Love”, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another, (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return‘d, Yet out of that I have written these songs.)”]
I won’t hide it: I’m so unused to being – well, understood, perhaps, – so unused to it, that in the very first minutes of our meeting I thought: this is a joke, a masquerade trick …
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
Barney, snoozing on a hilltop, in the summer of 2009.
Andrew Wyeth - Daydreams (from the series "Helga"), 1980
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This one’s an older poem titled “Gaze.”
the absence of something is also its presence
Down Float - Benjamin Anderson
American , b. 1977 -
Oil on linen , 60 x 48 in.
slut era (would do anything for the person that makes me feel safe, protected, and adored)
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I wish I could embrace the girl that I am and love her.
Blue Fountain (Study for Reveries) by Maxfield Parrish (c. 1925)
Room in morning sun - Simeon Nijenhuis, 2016.
Dutch, b.1969 -
Oil on panel , 46 x 51 cm,