i was happy. god, was i happy being in love with her! — i say and then count each finger on my hands for reasons to have left.
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i was happy. god, was i happy being in love with her! — i say and then count each finger on my hands for reasons to have left.
by Joshua Foster
eu escrevo pra aliviar o peso não pra fazer sentido são apenas palavras cuspidas no papel que estavam presas na garganta
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Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life / Frances Ha (dir. Noah Baumbach) / Philip Roth, The Human Stain / The Perks of Being a Wallflower (dir. Stephen Chbosky)
Carol (dir. Todd Haynes)
would anyone like to idk.. treat me right
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via goodreadss)
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… That you really are strong And you really do have worth… And you learn and learn… With every good-bye you learn.
You Learn by Jorge Luis Borges (via jacbwink)
Things I’m sorry for:
telling you not to cry when your cat died not staying longer for hugs in your living room floor not giving you the care you needed when you asked for it not giving you the attention you needed when you asked for it not giving you the security you needed when you asked for it thinking love was weakness not saving your phone number not wanting to move in with you and all your cats not coming out to the world about us being selfish being the hell you didn’t deserve to have in you life pushing you to move out of your mother’s house pushing you to get a degree when you didn’t want to get one and many others i’m sure i’ll come back to add
Things I’m not sorry for
getting in that café years ago letting you sweep me of my feet loving you going back to you all those times leaving a toxic relationship.
Gillian Anderson just won the internet
I’m a non-binary, Black Juliet. I really appreciate being involved in programs that highlight Blackness and people of color. INDYA MOORE for the 2020 Pirelli Calendar