can we just go to the bookshop, read each other our favourite books, and pretend we are not broken?
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can we just go to the bookshop, read each other our favourite books, and pretend we are not broken?
I asked my mother, “how many times can the same thing break my heart?” she said “as long as you love it” and nothing hit me harder than that.
I was readings a prose 'the selfish giant' by Oscar Wilde. It is an allegory, in which a selfish giant doesn't allow children to play in his garden due to which the spring never came to his garden. It was always winter, throughout the year. The frost, the snow, the north wind, the hail became his garden's best friends. The giant became so sick of the winter and at last allowed the children to play in his garden. And suddenly his garden was covered with beautiful blossoms. The birds started twittering in it again. The giant was no more selfish. He was happy. His life was filled with blossoms.
I think that this is the story of our life.
For me, the winter is a metaphor for loneliness and the children for the right people.
We usually don't allow people to enter our lives because we are too scared to get hurt. We always think that they would harm us in some way or maybe we will harm/hurt them in some way. We are just too scared. But it's not the case. When the right people enter your life, as a friend or as a lover, your inner loneliness disappears. You just have to allow that right one to enter your life. To heal you. And maybe they need healing too, and you will heal them too.
Just allow the right one to enter and see your life blossoming with beautiful colorful flowers.
Sometimes I wondered why she liked me, or at least tolerated me. Why any of them did. Even I found myself annoying.
- John Green, Turtles All the Way Down
"eyes on me" "eyes on me remember" and suddenly he's 13 years old watching men with guns get torn apart by demodogs and he doesnt want these kids to see that. he doesnt want these kids to remember that the way he does. holy shit. mike wheeler.
“this isn’t like one of your campaigns, you don’t get to write the ending” but the finale literally is literally mike writing the ending for his friends during a campaign.
this doesn’t make sense.
the whole point of life is death. but not in some morbid way, but in a way that if death is the whole point why not just live it. fully.
wear your hair down and your attitude high - lorelai gilmore 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚
GILMORE GIRLS (2000-2007)
2x10 | "The Bracebridge Dinner"
GILMORE GIRLS 1.02, “The Lorelais' First Day At Chilton”
There’s no way that a guy makes you breakfast for like seven years everyday and you’re not in love with him
“no! richard gilmore, there may be many things happening in this hospital tonight, but your dying is not one of them. i did not sign on to your dying. and it is not going to happen. not tonight. not for a very long time. in fact i demand to go first. do i make myself clear?”
listen to my dad, y’all
is this what eternity feels like? you and me, wrapped in our conversations. beside our bed, the world doesn’t exist.
Ten days.
He’s just a guy who’s so gentle to my soul that I want him around forever.