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@seameinhindsight
“Death would hurt only for a moment, which was not so bad when one considered how much, and for how long, life hurt.”
— Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer
i did not once ever have a full night’s sleep from 2013-2015. nothing new to say that hasn’t already been said but it was so fucking fun being a one direction fan while they were still releasing albums/touring. can’t even put it into words or describe it. u were constantly terrorized while also having the best time of ur life.
me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what we've always wanted from One Direction, and that's what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally
you: wh
me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a "self" when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn't just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be "authentic" if it was not meant for us
you: why are you in my house
me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless "documentaries," the social media -- we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn't you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would
you: are you crying?
me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle
I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon
it's crazy to think that memories you've had for years will just never look or feel the same again. all those memories from 2012 when i first got into 1D, all the concerts, all the songs and the first time hearing those songs, the first time watching music videos, the posts and memes here on tumblr... like none of it will ever feel the same. it'll always be tinged by loss and a degree of emptiness from here on out.
ohhhh I get it!! The pain continues but so does the joy!!!!! Cool!!
Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs
— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King
- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.
[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940 - 1956 — Edward Cohen, c. 11th September 1950
“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”
— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
— W. S. Merwin, Separation