Statue of a saint damaged by the sea air, Parish of St. Hilda, Hartlepool England
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Statue of a saint damaged by the sea air, Parish of St. Hilda, Hartlepool England
14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes
(reposted by request. cheers.)
14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes.
1. Don’t freak out.
2. We both know this has been coming for a long time.
3. I have been staying awake at nights, wondering if I should tell you.
4. I bought the kind of crackers you like. They are in the hall cupboard.
5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.
6. I have just been too afraid for too long.
7. This is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever; it’s the kind of thing no one else can help you decide.
8. I came home on Thursday and found all of the chairs in the house stacked in a pile in the center of my kitchen; I don’t know how long they have been like that, but it must have been me that did it. It is the kind of thing a ghost might do, to prove to the living he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.
9. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she told me to check if the iron was hot enough yet, so I pressed my hand against it, and it was red and screaming for hours. Twenty five years later she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, I feel so bad about making you touch the iron, she would say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all of the things we didn’t say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?
10. I imagine my furniture in your apartment.
11. I wonder how many likes it will get on facebook.
12. My dad always used to tell the same joke, but I can’t remember the punch line.
13. I was eight years old and it took three weeks (three eight year old weeks— imagine) to gather everything I needed to be Batman. Rope, boomerangs, a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after,
I tried to find that spot again.
The ivy grew too fast.
I searched in so many spots
it seemed impossible I had missed any.
But I never found it.
How can something be there
and then just not be there?
How do we forgive ourselves
for all the things we did not become?
14. I was never bold enough to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but always thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them. —-
Just some of my favorite vinyls I’ve collected over the past few weeks, collection is growing more and more 🤗💚
To be able to help others you must help yourself first
“The thing that bothers me the most is that if you missed me, you would’ve called; yet I haven’t heard from you at all.”
— a.a. (@apikaliaa) have you thought of me? m.k.j.
“And you were like fire, I kept touching you thinking I wouldn’t get burned.”
— stupid me… a.a.
“The love you give, will not be the love you receive.”
— something I wish I knew earlier… a.a.
“Don’t know what it is to get lost in someone and not lose yourself.”
— Porsha Olayiwola, from i shimmer sometimes, too
“Because she filled something in you that’s still full, even though she’s gone.”
— Neil Hilborn
“Before I met you, I wanted to be dead all the time. I still do, because of the - you know- mental illness, but now that you’re here, I don’t want to, want to die anymore”
— Neil Hilborn
“Untitled III” by Neil Hilborn, featured in his poetry collection Our Numbered Days