Rupi Kaur, Milk & Honey
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Rupi Kaur, Milk & Honey
Romantic Love is Not the Only Kind of Love That Exists
One day you will sit on a rooftop over a city so full of deepening pink sky that something inside you breaks, and for the first time in your life, you will not think about who you are going to fuck next. Or who will take you out to dinner next, or how they will make you feel when they see your bedroom for the first time. You will forget about the pulse in a man’s throat when he comes beneath your hands and how his sigh sounds like you always imagined it would.
One day, on this day, you will remember the love of your first drink, how the dark emerald of the swallow was so bitter you could have died for it, died for the beauty of firsts. How after several more swallows you lost count, and after losing count you woke up with hurt slicing through your head so gold that it almost tasted sweet. And your mother made pancakes with chocolate chips for breakfast, the secret so hot inside you, the swelling, gorgeous love of knowing something no one else in your family knew. And doing it the next night all over again.
You will delete all your dating apps. You won’t call back the stranger you only sleep with when you’re lonely; you’ll delete his number, and the number of the girl who only wanted to mess around with you when she was so high she had to remove all her lipstick in order to hear your face. You will stand alone in this apartment and wonder whether you made the right choice going to law school, whether you still have time to switch to art school instead. How the limes and blood oranges on the counter are so heavy with light that maybe you should just paint them now, right now, or ask your best friend to come over so you can draw her eyes, or the look on her face when her favorite song comes on the radio and holds her hostage in its deepness. You will rediscover the love of having your whole life ahead of you, with so many decisions in your way that you could die from the beauty of being able to choose who you turn out to be next.
One day you will sit on a rooftop over a city so full of deepening pink sky that something inside you breaks, and for the first time in your life, you will remember who you were before everything became about losing your virginity or sleeping with as many people as you could find, or the overwhelming pressure to go home with someone from a bar. Before everything became about the next lover, the next goodmorning texts, the next boyfriend to meet the parents. That love existed before love did, that you have only ever believed only one kind of love existed, romantic love, when all along there were so many kinds that you never saw, that you should have seen before now. You could have loved yourself so much better, so much earlier.
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Brutally Honest Illustrations Perfectly Sum Up Adulthood.
Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her
Russian Photographers Show How Birds See Our World And It’ll Leave You Breathless
Epic panoramic photos by AirPano
1. There will be some days when you close your eyes while crossing the street, maybe because you want to see what fate has in store for you, or maybe because your depression is running rampant again and you don’t know how to calm her. It’s okay. I will still love you. 2. There will be a year, or a series of years when your birthday doesn’t feel special. Celebrate anyway. Because people spent time baking you a cake and buying you cards and even if they’re your family and they’re obligated to, they still love you. Cherish that love. Revel in it. It is the best gift you will ever receive. 3. You will learn that the saddest word in the English language is stay. Whether it’s your mother’s voice whispering it before you leave for college, or your ex-lover’s desperate screams as you walk out of the house, it will always be a hard word to hear. Sometimes you should listen to it, other times you shouldn’t. Trust yourself. Go with your gut. 4. Along with hearing the word stay, you will also hear the word why from every person who is remotely related to you. Why did you get that tattoo? Why did you try to kill yourself? Why aren’t you married yet? You don’t have to answer them. Be selfish. Keep some things to yourself. 5. Some nights you won’t be able to sleep. You will lie awake at 2 am and contemplate existentialism and wonder if the French had a point. Get up. Get out of your bed. Do something. Because even if there is no God, what you do matters, who you are matters. You matter to me. 6. Some days you will want to run away and never return. So go. Drive to a small town in the Northwest, maybe Oregon, and settle down there for a while. Tell people your name is Elizabeth, because you loved Jane Austen as a child and because this a town full of strangers and who’s to know the difference? Don’t be selfish. Call your mother each night and remind her that you love her. Come back home when you find yourself seeing your sadness painted in the shadows, and when you feel more at home in the arms of a stranger than on your own. 7. There will be several nights when you lose yourself in the medicine cabinet, because liquor and morphine seem like a faster cure than time. It’s okay. I will still love you in the morning. 8. One day, in the midst of work, you will learn to forgive. It will start out with a simple reminder of the past, maybe a facebook notification from an old schoolmate or a wedding announcement from an ex-lover. In that moment you will learn that yearning for the past isn’t romantic, it’s stupid, and that if Gatsby had just let go of the green light he would’ve lived. So forgive your past, it didn’t know any better, and move on. 9. Leaving home will hurt, but soon you will learn that home isn’t a place but a feeling, and that there is a compass on your heart that points directly to that feeling. Follow that compass. Don’t get sidetracked by boys who don’t care or alcohol that doesn’t forgive. If you follow that compass, no matter how lost you get, you will always have a home. 10. The hardest lesson you will ever learn will be to love yourself. But you can do it. There will always be days when you hate yourself, days when you wish you had never been born. But darling, you are beautiful, and if Shakespeare had met you, you would’ve inspired his 18th sonnet, and if Monet had known you, he would’ve given up painting water lilies and chosen to paint you instead. I know it’s hard to love yourself, but sometimes it’s okay to be a little selfish with your love. 11. When you begin to feel worthless, remember that the stars died for you. You are made of elements that are thousands of years old, elements that make up every atom of your being. When you want to cut your wrists, remember that the souls of stars live in your veins. Don’t kill them. Don’t be selfish. 12. Some days will be beautiful. Live for those days. Live for the days when the sun shines on your soul and the smile on your face isn’t forced. Live for the days when you don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks because your scars are a part of your story and you don’t need someone else’s approval to wear them with pride. Live for the life you always wanted but were too scared to pursue. Live for you. Live for me. Live for every person who has ever loved you, for the people who have come before you so that you may be here today. Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down, the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. Are you listening? Because this is your life, singing a siren song to capture your attention and steer away from the rocks, to guide you back home.
The Twelve-Step Program for Life, by M.K. (via rachyells)
#hightidesoclock Marco Gaggio
A small sampling of the images of Venice you will find on Marco Gaggio. This particular photoset highlights one of his series: the high tide series. A flooded St Mark’s Square, gondolas about to float inland, half sunken tables and chairs, all constant reminders of time and the power of nature.
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