It Is What It Is

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[museiums]

autumnal wood

[museiums]

vincent giarrano

[freshpickle]

artist: wednesday holmes (ig @hellomynameiswednesday)

[colourinmyeyesagain]

The Bonnet

A bonnet used to mean war.

Soft silk,

elastic edges,

something meant to hold

turned into something that unraveled us.

We were two women

arguing over fabric

like it carried the weight

of everything we couldn’t say out loud

trust,

attention,

the quiet fear

of being replaced.

You never looked at me

like I was enough on my own.

There was always a courtroom in your eyes,

always another case being built,

another version of me

that didn’t win.

So we fought

not about the bonnet,

not really..

but about being seen,

about being chosen

without hesitation.

And I lost you

in the smallest way possible.

The other night,

a birthday,

laughter floating easy in the air

someone handed her a bonnet.

And my chest tightened

like memory still had claws.

But this time,

no argument followed.

No sharp words,

no breaking point.

Just a smile,

a quiet thank you,

a softness I didn’t have to defend.

Because now,

a bonnet means something different.

It means trust.

It means patience.

It means I don’t have to fight

to be understood.

I don’t feel watched

for flaws anymore.

I don’t feel like a placeholder

for someone better.

I feel held.

I feel chosen

in ways that don’t need proof.

And still..

your name found its way into the room that night,

like it always does,

uninvited but familiar.

I wondered,

not out of longing,

but curiosity

if the storms we made

followed you forward,

or if you learned

how to be calm with someone else.

If the bonnet

is still a battlefield

in your hands,

or if it finally became

what it was meant to be.

Now when I see one,

I won’t flinch.

I won’t remember the breaking.

I’ll remember

that I survived it.

That something soft

can exist without turning sharp.

That love,

real love,

doesn’t argue over edges

or unravel at the seams.

It’s accepting someone unconditionally

Like I tried to do with you.

Despite what I’ve always said,

I don’t hate you.

I never could.

But there are pieces of me

that still carry your fingerprints

scattered,

reshaped,

a little less whole than before.

And maybe that’s the truth

no one tells you:

sometimes healing

isn’t about becoming untouched again.

It’s about learning

how to be loved

even with the marks.

[thehopefulquotes]

“Don’t kill flowers growing inside of you for someone who doesn’t appreciate the way you bloom.”

— Billy Chapata

[museiums]

emma (alienmoth)

[colourinmyeyesagain]

I have no more of myself to give.

[muppetshow2026]

when you are eating chips you will often be like well how about one more chip? and then you will eat one more chip and be like well how about one more chip? and what do you think happens after that?

[colourinmyeyesagain]

I'm getting on my nerves again

Sitting on my hands all day, yeah

Wanting everything to change

Sometimes I don't try

But I keep falling in love

With you, again

I keep falling in love

I know it's true

'Cause I keep falling in love

With you, again

I keep falling in love

Falling in love

[windows-in-art]

Purr-anormal.

Timothy Adam Matthews

[pmamtraveller]

By Henry Daubrez

[seaphine]

The moon looks different when you’re happy, I hope you see it tonight and know exactly what I mean

[colourinmyeyesagain]

Where have you been?

Do you know when you're comin' back?

Since you've been gone

I've got along, but I've been sad

I tried to put it out for you to get

Could've, should've, but you never did

Wish you wanted it a little bit

More, but it's a chore for you to give

Where have you been?

Do you know if you're comin' back?

We were too close to the stars

I never knew somebody like you, somebody

Fallin' just as hard

I'd rather lose somebody than use somebody

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise (I see myself in you)

I see my reflection in your eyes

[vexheart]

[vexheart]

[5555ilenthill]

[colourinmyeyesagain]