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Christian Slater and Winona Ryder at the Governor’s Ball (1989)
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The Pep Talk I Give Myself….
may 2019 bring you your “i’m doing better than i ever was” moment
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so much kink shit is just men trying to justify their desire to hurt women and pretend like they can go into a room, hurt someone, get off to hurting someone, and then walk out as if that doesn’t mean anything about who they are as a person
“Meeting someone at the wrong time is the saddest thing I have ever come to comprehend. There is this unfathomable pain rooted deep in knowing that you have to let go to continue growth separately when in your heart, you just know- you know that since the first day you were both put on this planet, you must have been two seeds planted right next to each other, the crossing of roots inevitable because what else could explain how you see the world almost identically? What else could explain how when it rains on the other, you feel it too? And it is for these exact reasons I know that us meeting was not a coincidence; we will meet again someday when we have bloomed a little stronger in order to maximise eachother’s growth.”
— Farewell for now, my flower.
anyway. Love is the point
hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.