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blues of the summer
I don't feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald // More Than Just a House
Thomas Hoepker, Havana, Cuba, 1982
They’re out there, somewhere. I promise they exist. There’s someone out there who’s going to take all your baggage and unpack it with you. Someone who wants to know every happy memory, every dark thought, and every crazy story. Someone who’s going to love you so much, you won’t remember what it was like to feel broken. Someone who’s going to be worth the wait.
I could write pages about how beautiful your laugh is and still wouldn't be able to do justice to it, i breathe in your essence into my lungs, and you become a part of me seeping into my existence as life itself it's an abyss I indulge in.
in a language that doesn’t have the word love, i say “the way your curls wrap around a pencil is a dance i could watch all night”. i say “i used to set an alarm for the middle of the night in case you couldn’t sleep”. i say “no, no, i’m not crying over the movie. it’s just we are both alive at the same time and isn’t that something?”. i say “are you thirsty? i’ll bring the waterfalls to our kitchen. i’ll dig a well and take the consequences of dirt in my nails”. i say “i can’t tell if your name means heaven or hell, and i don’t know which one i’m more afraid of”. my heart is a drum and all the songs are bursting. in this world, we have love and hate and i’m so grateful we’ve picked the perfect spot to sit. i say “all my playlists are named so only you will understand them”. i say “i’ve started imagining your face for every character i read in a book.” i say, “i put honey in your tea so your throat won’t hurt.” i say, “sometimes when you’re sick, i make sure to put on a boring movie so you won’t feel like you’ve missed out if you fall asleep.” i say “i have never had enough words for you and i know that”. i say “i wish i could have enough words for you! i pray to and i wish you knew that”.
Le Bonheur, Agnès Varda, 1965
u got through everything u didnt think u were strong enough for
i hope that somehow you know that you’re on my mind, i hope you can feel me thinking about you.
Thantophobia (n.): The fear of losing someone you really love.