Joy Sullivan, from “Move to Oregon in July”, Instructions for Traveling West
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Joy Sullivan, from “Move to Oregon in July”, Instructions for Traveling West
august is for romance! romance in friendships. romance in daily routines. romance in walking down the street
March 19, 1931 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.
maybe i'm just a portrait of all the people i've loved and nothing else tastes so bittersweet. a little dash of my ex-best friend in the way i walk and laugh. my scarf tied in a double knot for that beautiful stranger at the bus stop. a whisper of my mother and the sigh of a lover in the way i braid my hair. pockets full of fire and infinite regret like my dad or his dad or his dad. the tilt of my jaw, the curve of my smile, everything, everything is someone else. when they're all gone, my own reflection will be the biggest ghost i have.
remember also that you are reflected in other people. a brownie recipe you gave your sister. a ladybug brooch you bought for your grandmother that she gave to a daughter who gave it to a niece who gave it to a friend. a bit of your laugh, a touch of your humor, the bounce to your step on blue mornings.
when you are gone, your echo will be everywhere, muddied up with a million other moments and mundanities. a stranger on a subway thought you were beautiful and learned a new way to tie a scarf.
it is not quite remembering, but we haunt each other. we keep each other alive.
How to express tenderness towards yourself
treat mundane activities like grocery shopping as adventures
make playlists for every feeling you can feel
give yourself quiet days to read and pass time slowly
keep a journal, a nonperfomative place to express yourself
reduce your screen time; use your screens mostly for inspiration
create more than you consume
have a place where you can run free and feel the wind rushing
do things that make you happy even if they seem childish
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
the most important thing is to be snuggly in bed
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for the low low price of reading a single poem you too can feel entirely alienated from everyone within your physical reach & yet completely connected to the unchangable truth of shared human experience
Backwater (details) by Charles William Wyllie (1853-1923)
if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing
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here is your reminder to take a breath. drink some water. it’s a stressful time right now but we will get through it. i love you
V. E. Schwab
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