It can’t get worse. Right? *gets worse*
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if i look back, i am lost
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It can’t get worse. Right? *gets worse*
being funny together is my favorite type of intimacy
Career fair where they force former punks to get a job. Call that LinkedIn Park.
Unaliving myself has started to make sense again.
kevin day & grief & looking back & ouroboros
;III
there is a certain kind of story people rarely talk about.
the one where someone learns how to love—
just not with the person who needed it most.
from the outside, it looks effortless. the way their affection is given now, openly, without hesitation. the way it reaches others with a certainty that once felt impossible—and no one sees the quieter version that came before it. the one that had to be asked for.
there was always someone who stood there first.
someone who learned to ask gently,
then smaller,
then not at all.
someone who waited to be acknowledged, to be chosen without having to prove they were worth it.
and eventually, they stopped asking.
not out of bitterness, or jealousy, or some desire to take that place back—but out of understanding. understanding that love should not feel like something you have to earn piece by piece.
still, there is something undeniably unfair in it.
how the version of someone that once felt out of reach becomes so easily available to someone else. how the things that were once withheld are now given freely, without question.
it leaves behind a quiet realization:
sometimes, people do learn how to love better.
they grow into it. they become softer, more certain, more giving.
but not everyone gets to experience that version of them.
some people are only there for the becoming and never the arrival.
- ;
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "Room of the Mind: Poems" originally published in 2021
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
L. V., exhumed writings
Clarice Lispector, from a letter in translation to Elisa Lispector, featured in All Letters of Clarice Lispector
I romanticize the sadness because it’s the only thing that ever stayed
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