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When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are

It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us.

It means that if we meet again, you will know me.

It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.

When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist.

When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation.

When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way.

If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone.

If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.

Frederick Buechner

(Book: Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter's Dictionary https://amzn.to/3QxXIab)

valarinde

flickering light cupped in my palms for you— bits and pieces of happiness i’ve picked up along the way how do i call you — how gentle is your name? i pray you speak it when the dawn breaks. — 像阳光那样 Like The Sunshine

t110n

2023 🐇

funnytwittertweets

enitre-tyles

The more you learn about the production of this movie the wilder it gets.

remanence-of-love

ruhlare

saying "i adore your mind and way of thinking" is like touching the texture of another one's naked being. it's way more deeper and intimitate than physical touchs. you travel into the mind of another soul, and cannot get out, you are stuck adoring all the rooms full of art. the skin is nothing but a wall you penetrate to surf on a soul level into the being of another soul until you are intertwined.

wabisabic

“i’m falling in love with your mind, baby, your beauty is a bonus, but the way you think is impeccable” — he said.

aletheyass

good morning and happy is it really tuesday tuesday

cryokina

we got em

luulapants

My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."

He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."

He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"

I did.

"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."

It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.

So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.

what-iz-life

You need to understand the difference between someone who actually values you and someone who just wants access to your energy, feed off your intense emotions, and take advantage of your generosity.

hellinglaozu

It's fluff if I call it a fluff

bisexualshakespeare

Listen, you cannot write a full screenplay for Goncharov because the whole conceit of this is that this movie is the GREATEST MAFIA MOVIE EVER and as such it cannot actually exist in any concrete form because perfection can only survive in a thought. It is about the collaboration of being inspired by your fellow fans. It's the ability to not be right or wrong because there is no one true source! It's not about filling in the gaps its revelling in them! Living in them! Creating more of them! Goncharov is a dream you cannot nail it down

missinyouiskillingme

„You'll get over it...“ It's the cliches that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to greive over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body