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this blog is not a well-curated museum. it's my bedroom & i'm putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall
you undressed me with your eyes not in the way others did before. you weren't searching beneath my clothing for your satisfaction.
you were searching beyond my facade for my soul.
that is the first time someone tried to find me that way. you were the first
to search me further than my skin.
~redefining naked
Whitney Hanson
Though it is deeply rewarding to realize that, in some measure, you may have served as a bridge for others to cross the storms of life, it is sorrowful to observe that, once the river is crossed, the bridge is often left behind, so that others may walk their own path.
Milk and honey “Outlook”
— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]
“If you get that gut feeling that something isn’t right about a person or situation, trust it.”
— Unknown
i was raised on morals so a lot of shit disgust me.
Time passes.
And the worst thing is, everybody tells you it does. Countless people warn you. Time passes, it's cruel, it has been written a hundred times before and will be written a hundred more.
But you think, well yes, time passes. It's the whole point isn't it ?
And then one day you turn around, you look around you. And then you think, oh time had passed.
shoutout to that underlying sense of unease that’s made a home in my bones
“Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone.”
— Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
‘no one is coming to save you’ okay fine I agree but can I even get a hug at least
I miss knowing what you're thinking And hearing how your day's been Do you think you could tell me everything, darling? But leave out every part about him Right now, you're probably by the ocean While I'm still out here in the rain With every day that passes by since we've spoken It's like Glasgow gets farther from LA Maybe it's supposed to be this way... But, oh my, love I wanna say I miss the green in your eyes And when I said we could be friends, guess I lied I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh but instead I only wish you the best. I wanna say that without you everything's wrong And you were everything I needed all along I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh, but instead I wish you the best.
Alex Michaelides, The silent patient.
are we sure the only way out is through? like. are we sure we can't just. go around
who else up learning things the hard way