Said you’d take a bullet Told me you would die for me
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Said you’d take a bullet Told me you would die for me
being in the pool while it’s raining should be considered an emotion
im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains
being in yr 20s is abt experiencing the worst thing you can imagine & then having to go to the grocery store
my favorite love language is trying, actually
like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying
the one (perhaps only) thing i’ll always like about growing older and maturing is the never-ending opportunity to develop and refine your personal taste in pretty much anything. fashion, food, music, literature, art, design, furniture: the older you get, the more knowledge, insight and experience you acquire and it all adds up to a treasure of source material to create a new you from. carve, prune, distill, expand, sculpt, evolve - you can recreate yourself always and aging gracefully is all about endlessly enriching yourself through that recreation.
RAINBOW BABY.
“I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.”
— Alice Oswald, from “Full Moon” published in Poetry
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