Dani

• 19/09/2023 • ~ I’ll hold space for you, because that space will always be yours ~ 💙12/03/2025💙

[metamorphesque]

― Kazuo Ishiguro, Klara and the Sun

[danileehodi12]

“The Long Goodbye”

You grow

and I cheer—

loudly,

bravely,

as if my heart isn’t cracking

with every inch you stretch away from me.

You lift your head,

roll,

reach—

and I smile so wide

I hide the sting.

Because every first

is also a last.

The last time

you’ll need me

in that way,

for that thing,

at that hour.

Your clothes shrink.

The room shifts.

The quiet hum of newborn days

fades into laughter,

footsteps,

questions I never thought

I’d hear from someone

who once lived

beneath my ribs.

I wanted you to grow.

I want you to grow.

But oh—

there’s grief

stitched into every milestone.

A letting go

no one warned me would come

so soon,

so soft,

so sharp.

And still—

I’ll keep watching,

keep clapping,

keep weeping

in the folds of your old blankets,

grateful

and grieving

for every version of you

I’ve already lost.

[danileehodi12]

“After the Storm”

You slept while I bled,

while I bore the weight of worlds—

our world, reshaped, torn open,

stitched with silence.

You paced, yes,

but not the floor at 3 a.m.

not the room with cracked cries,

not the stretch marks of my mind.

I handed you a child

and you held him—

but not the chaos,

not the ache that nestled in my bones

like a second birth.

You asked what was wrong.

I smiled like a martyr,

drowning in milk and fury,

screaming inwardly into muslin cloths.

Your hands stayed clean.

Mine shook with fury

at nappies, at bottles, at your quiet phone,

your unfaltering sleep,

your freedom cloaked in oblivion.

This isn’t what I meant

when I said we’d raise a life together.

This is me,

raising us both from rubble

while you ask when dinner will be.

But still—

I loved you before the storm,

and I stare into its wreckage,

wondering if love can grow

in this aftermath.

Wondering if you will meet me

in the ash.

[danileehodi12]

[vexheart]

[remanence-of-love]

[incognito-melancholia]

[remanence-of-love]

[perfectquote]

“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”

— Unknown

[neckkiss]

Source: @pandly

[shuaaflower]

I‘m a burden for everyone. I’m even a burden to myself.

[g3r4rd5-bl00d]

Me when this isn't just a quirky phase in my life and my brain is actually fucked and I'll never be normal or live a normal life

[aidashakur]

[lucidloving]

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[desert-starshine]