these are the days that must happen to you

a-live

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare— that's rare and valuable.”

— Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories (via 7-weeks)

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

[eatpussypraylove]

Regretting things is disrespecting your past self… you have to trust that you made the best decision otherwise you’re breaking down your relationship with yourself

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[theyluvblondes]

I wish doing was as easy as saying

[nevver]

[nevver]

Bride of blood, John Brosio (@johnbrosioart)

[kotysxx]

October is leaving. The best month I’ve had all year. I’ve laughed more than I’ve cried.

November is coming, it’s here, and it starts with my dad’s birthday. The hardest I’ve cried in October - thinking of a dad I’m so lucky to call mine: the ways he’s been there through everything with me, insufferable as I’ve been. I’ve sobbed so hard at how immense my love is for him, and I’ve sobbed because I need to let him know. I need him to know.

[kotysxx]

I, don’t think I’ve changed

And I, I’m too scared to stay the same

[kotysxx]

I have no words

[kotysxx]

[godisonatrip]

When David Foster-Wallace wrote

“…many of the most important impressions and thoughts in a person’s life are ones that flash through your head so fast that fast isn’t even the right word, they seem totally different from or outside of the regular sequential clock time we all live by, and they have so little relation to the sort of linear, one-word-after-another-word English we all communicate with each other with that it could easily take a whole lifetime just to spell out the contents of one split-second’s flash of thoughts and connections, etc. […] What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant.”

I fucking felt it…

[metamorphesque]

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

[godisonatrip]

“When you left, you took the light with you”

[godisonatrip]

Last night I started crying because I remembered the stupid cute way that he would do puzzles: taking one piece, looking at the photo on the box, walking around the table trying to decipher where this one small piece might go, looking at the box again, ten minutes later he finds its place (approximately); repeat until he gets at least five + pieces and/or gets hungry

It’s the littlest things that hit the hardest

I don’t think I’ve ever missed someone so much

[godisonatrip]

this time last year, I was lying in our bed. You played I Wanna Be Yours, you’d sing along to it, quietly. We had just made love. My head rested on your chest and you’d brush your fingers through my hair. i was so in love. You made it easy for me to love you, your charm.

“Why would I want someone else when I have someone who loves me so much right here?” I told him, us both crying.

and you know I wish so bad I could go back and undo so many things, and stayed with you. make a life with you, holding each other’s hand through the tough times the whole while. i wanted you. i still want you.

I see your face in photos and see the love of my life, but you’re gone. and I cry all the time, my chest aches from the grief I carry from your disappearance out of my life. out of so many lives…

[bakwaaas]

it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore

[geryone]

Ghost Of My Ghosts, Sol Rios