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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@hudayouthinkiam
Louisa May Alcott — Little Women
am so tired in a way that never leaves
I hope you win the war, you tell no one about.
The Woman with the Knife, 1969
I really love this and I know exactly why but I can’t explain it.
Because it’s just another indication that we, as Human Beings, are one.
It’s also just like… a very human thing to do, to measure everyone’s heights in a way that makes it so significant
who’s gonna protect me from me
you absolutely must choose yourself this time
“I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.”
— Vincent van Gogh
The intimacy of answering the phone “Hey you.” The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe. The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep. The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car. The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella. The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting. The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.” The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk. The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry. The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.” The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug. The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand. The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence. The intimacy of knowing how someone would react. The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey. The intimacy of sharing one earbud each. The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits. The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.” The intimacy of inside jokes. The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time). The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee. The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy. The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.” The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company. The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell. The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello. The intimacy of “This made me think of you.” The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat. The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up. The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?” The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos. The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.
Paolo Monti, Venezia.
لن يشفيك الهرب، كل الشفاء بالمواجهة
Escaping won’t heal you, all healing comes from confrontation.