I Will

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[iambrillyant]

“you are allowed to forgive yourself in parts. the past is too heavy to deal with all in one day, or one moment, or one phase. you are allowed to forgive yourself in parts until you feel whole again.”

— iambrillyant

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

[aizea]

[lunebae]

[lucasregazzi]

[poems-and-word]

Poems & Words

[glumshoe]

dandelions deserve more respect than they get

you say “weeds” I say “widespread non-native edible plant and early-blooming pollinator resource that is not considered invasive because it behaves politely and does not cause deleterious ecological consequences”

[providing-leverage]

What do you mean non native

[glumshoe]

The common dandelion (Taraxacum officinale), the kind you probably find in your yard, was brought to the America’s by European settlers as food and medicine. It naturalized and just... didn’t really hurt anything, unlike a lot of its peers (garlic mustard, I’m looking at you).

[sarahseeandersen]

[acutelesbian]

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 lover’s 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.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve 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, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d 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 “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t 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. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve 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.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[love-personal]

[onlinebird]

[v8roadworrier]

my brain every night:

[poemswords]

“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”

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[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Who can remember pain once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.” - Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

This is so sad alexa disable my ability to dwell in the memories of relationships I had to leave behind

[poemswords]

“The hardest thing about the road not taken is that you never know where it might have led.”

— Lisa Wingate, A Month of Summer (via books-n-quotes)

Book Recommendation: No One Ever Asked by Katie Ganshert

[stability]

[cwote]

Be someone that makes you smile. Do the things that make you happy :)