Gabrielle Comeau

[sudaca-swag]

as a woman in the ozempics era you HAVE to have friends who eat normally (3-4 meals a day, no girl dinner bullshit) and who are always down to going to cafes and eating burguers and fries and stuff, I cannot stress how vital for your mental health it is to have friends with whom you feel free to say you're hungry at any time and with whom you feel free to eat as much as you want

[wcss]

I love how a team who refers to themselves as the bomb squad came out dressed in some blades of glory figure skating looking shit & rocked a Christina Aguilera Genie in a bottle high ponytail circa 1999 & beat SOT cause you know that pissed those prissy little bitches off even more!

this is possibly the best message I’ve gotten in a long time

[gabriellleellla]

I think about this post at least once a week

[perfectfeelings]

“I don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don’t cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don’t smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don’t yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes, is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that isn’t such a good thing, cause they always tend to leave and you should see me, when my heart is broken. I don’t grieve, I shatter.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

[the-every-man]

[thesixthduke]

[thcartierrug]

[perfectfeelings]

“Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.”

— Mary DeMuth

[foxeia]

Vladisheva Gelman

[lifeiswonderfullyyours]

[perfectfeelings]

“People grow when they are loved well. If you want to help others heal, love them without an agenda.”

— Mike McHargue

[perfectfeelings]

“Perfectionism is a self destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary thought: If I look perfect, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame.”

— Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are

[perfectfeelings]

“I assure you, I’m not put together at all. Nor am I broken. I am recovering - finding the beautiful in the ugly and stitching it into my life.”

— Rachel Wolchin

[brennatwohy]

Anxiety: A Ghost Story

We have got to talk about the kids in all those Goosebumps books. For example, if your family vacation is to an amusement park called HORRORLAND, and your station wagon explodes in the parking lot upon arrival, maybe shrugging it off, buying an extra large popcorn, and heading straight for The Deadly Doom Slide is not your best possible course of action.

Or, if you steal a weird camera from your creepy neighbor’s basement and every picture you take shows bad things happening, like decapitation and Tofurkey, and then all the bad things from the pictures start happening, Stop Taking Pictures.

Or, if you move into your new house and there are a bunch of small children already living in your bedroom that your parents cannot see, maybe, don’t just grab a juice box and go play in the cemetery that is in your backyard.

Or, when I tell you of the ghosts that live inside my body; When I tell you I have a cemetery in my backyard and in my front yard and in my bedroom; When I tell you trauma is a steep slide you cannot see the bottom of, that my anxiety is a camera that shows everyone I love as bones, when I tell you panic is a stubborn phantom, she will grab hold of me and not let go for months– this is the part of the story when everyone is telling you to run.

To love me is to love a haunted house– it’s fun to visit once a year, but no one wants to live there, and when you say, “Tell me about the bad days,” it sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell, you love me like the family walking through Horrorland holding hands– You are not stupid, or careless, or even brave, you’ve just never seen the close-up of a haunting.

Darling, this love will not cure me. And this love will not scrape the blood from the baseboards, but it will turn all the lights on, it will bring basil back from the farmer’s market and it will plant it in every windowsill, it is the kind of love that gives me goosebumps, when you say to the ghosts, “If you’re staying, then you better make room,” and we kiss against the walls that tonight are not shaking, so we turn the music up and we dance to Miles Davis, and you say, “My god, this house. The way that it stands even on the months that no one goes into or comes out of it.”

How reckless, the way that I love like the first chapter of a ghost story. Like the gentlest hand reaching out of a grave.

[perfectfeelings]

“This is not a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.”

— Nicholas Sparks // Message in a Bottle

[redrola]

[ink-trails]

“If I were to see you all again, I would tell you this: Thank you for showing me that I could breathe with slashed lungs and survive with dilapidated heartbeats. At first I did not think I would make it, I thought sorrow was the new sky that would greet me every morning, but like a flower growing through tough soil, I fought until I saw the sun behind the brooding clouds. Thank you for humbling me, for showing me that invincibility is not possible, and that even in love, you can be in hurt. It is a wonder to realize that Superman’s kryptonite might be the one thing he wants the most. Thank you for teaching me how to forgive. When we first broke up, I only tasted the anger of loss and the bitterness of abandonment, but there is something about giving away parts of yourself that makes you grateful for the parts that stay and you don’t want to waste your energy broiling what is left of your love in resentment. Thank you for letting go when I couldn’t do it myself. It takes two to make a relationship work and when your heart wasn’t in it, keeping us together was like waiting for the venom to spread. It stung when you left but it is easier to patch up a bite mark than it is to extract poison from the veins. To every person whom I have ever dated, to every person who couldn’t stay, perhaps what exists between us now can never be as great as what we once had, but I have a lot to thank you for, even to this day.”

— To all the break-ups and past lovers

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke @ The Fonda Theatre 8 June 2023