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Yamanashi, Japan.
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Wisteria blossom.
Yamanashi, Japan.
college is about dying and coming back to life twice a week
Actual conversation me and my bf just had:
Me: Oh, cool. Is she a dominatrix?
Him: Dominatrix? Is that a transformer?
Actual conversation me and my bf just had:
Me: Oh, cool. Is she a dominatrix?
Him: Dominatrix? Is that a transformer?
Academics is great in theory, but if I ever have to do another multi-variable calculus problem I will actually go mad
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their loverâs once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds Iâve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, âis love a feeling? Or is it a choice?â We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, weâd never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the âfeeling of loveâ had vanished or faded and they werenât happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. Iâve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. Iâve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
youre not better than other people just because you listen to weird music
yes I am
âLife is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still you find reasons to keep living.â
Princess Mononoke (1997) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
LOVE IS STORED IN THE KITCHEN PT 1/?
our beautiful life when itâs filled with shrieks by christopher citro, perhaps the world ends here by joy harjo, kerrylockwood on instagram, the egg-eaters by hilde goossens, @3000s on tumblr, art by tomoko hara @tomokohara, a pot of red lentils by peter pereira, bread and soup by diane fraser, @grebcomics, from a letter to donald windham by tennessee williams
Just poured a glass, and it's for youđ
âstarry nightâ this, âcafĂ© terrace at nightâ that, when are we going to talk about âtwo ratsâ by vincent van gogh?
Details: Boy Blowing Soap Bubbles; Allegory on the Transitoriness and the Brevity of Life, 1663, Karel Dujardin.
PONYO ON THE CLIFF BY THE SEA (2008)
THE SECRET WORLD OF ARRIETTY (2010)
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murderer: any last wordsÂ
me: are u mad at me ://