on watching a parent age
i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening
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on watching a parent age
i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening
“Don’t believe the things you tell yourself when you are sad and lonely.”
— Unknown
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
One of the most bittersweet feelings has to be when you realise how much you’re going to miss a moment, while you’re still living it.
i wanna lie on the floor and not think for a month or two.
i want someone to hold my hand in crowded places & talk to cashiers for me
my heart is so big i hope this shit doesn’t kill me one day
my biggest problem is that part of me doesn't want to get better. part of me found comfort and familiarity in the absolute suffering and agony.
I hate getting so sad to the point where my body completely shuts down, and all I can do is just lay there and think about all my problems
i have been thinking about the way we, in love, give power to others. this sense - i am allowing you enough room that you could set the house on fire.
when i was younger, people used to tell me it was going to be different after-your-first-love. it has been. it's been easier, most of the time. i know who i am. i used to think it was romantic to say i gave him everything i am. now i know that the right people will not ask for that - they don't want to take from you, only to help you build. i used to think it was lonely, the way adults said we have our own lives. now i know what it is to have that other-life be separated - how wonderful, to have someone i can share with, and someone who celebrates my life and the way i have grown into it.
people said: after you have been hurt, it will be different.
this is true about most things, after all. my experiences were branded on my body. i don't talk about the scars, and you're too smart to ask, and we're both healing. i used to be able to do certain gymnastics tricks - but i fell once, and i haven't been able to get over the mental barrier since then.
the thing is - we learn these stop-measures because someone took advantage of us first. we learn how far is too far because someone forced us too-far. as a kid, i thought there is no too far was romantic. i didn't know better.
it took me a very long time to rebuild parts of my life after him. it took me a very long time to rebuild parts of my character. i think i probably still have rooms without any floors. places that only go down. ceilings full of spraypainted warnings.
i have been thinking about the ways new love comes in. and we crack open each sealed door together, one-at-a-time. and i hear myself in front of her, nervous, saying if you start a fire, please keep it contained in here, it's a place i can afford to lose.
and i hear her, time and time again, utterly confused: why would i do that? it's beautiful in here. i don't want to hurt you.
the way we know it can hurt, and we love anyway. the way we walk the thin ice and say - the risk is worth the skating.
eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.
no one needs to add “sounds fake but ok”, “no”, “well, not me”, “impossible”, etc. to this post. and i’d rather you not.
i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over
today is the day
reblog the cherry pie to be ok
“Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didn’t settle for it.”
— Mindy Hale; The Single Woman
“It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”
— Sylvia Plath