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@thelightofsomedeadstar
May you attract those who know you on a soul level. May you attract those who lift your spirit up. May you attract those with pure and loving intentions. May you attract those who genuinely want to see you flourish. May you attract those who are happy for your abundance. May you attract those who inspire you to keep going.
How young we were, but still I remember Berlin, and the way she danced on metro platforms, waiting for the train. The days could have been as long as we wished, as we sat by the terrace, watching the sunset, and the boy with pictures in his pocket talked about you. Back then, I found myself thinking about how I never got the chance to say goodbye, but I’ve found with time that you cross my thoughts less and less. The air was warm, as I searched for city lights.
V.I.P.P. (via vacantinkandprettypink)
I dreamt of red roses and a house by the lake. There was no one else, and my heartbeat grew steady in the absence of pretense. Is it a greater sin to believe too readily or not to believe at all? I was perhaps much too gullible in youth, but there was beauty in faith.
V.I.P.P. (via vacantinkandprettypink)
sometimes my brain gets stuck on phrases. lately, over and over, i hear life is full of -, life is full of -, life is full of - but never what it’s full of. i offer up little poetic endings. life is full of light frames; her glasses reflecting in the fall rain. life is full of pie tins, of baked goods, of digging in.
it’s a bad day. life is full of bad days. life is full of tangled bedsheets and moments between reading and staring at the ceiling. life is full of pauses, of held breaths, of could-haves. life is full of mistakes, of entanglements, of bitter rants.
life is full of. i am empty and collecting dust. but life is full of something, isn’t it. it is full of spiders and halogens and lighters and laughing friends. life is full of wounds and life is full of band-aids. she sleeps half on top of me, curled against my frame. life is full of warm bodies. life is full of cold ends. life is full of getting-out-of-bed. life is full of broken ribs and life is full of fixing them.
this morning, i am okay. the coffee is made right. there’s a free hot chocolate waiting. life is full of free hot chocolates. life is full of expensive drinks. life is full of cars and waiting and music softly playing. life is full of one more chapter, of listen-to-this-podcast, of chewing off my thumbnail. life is full of hands and thighs. life is full of accidental touches and little wild mice.
what if, i realize in her bed. what if. life is just full, and that is the whole thing, and i have never felt full like this before, and it is new and unusual and making me drunk on it. life just is full. and it is full enough, and the hole in me is mostly closed up. life is full, life is full, life is all good clean chess games and all messy kissing rough. life is her skin and your hair and the sun, glorious, creeping up.
the sun in you also rises, and life is full, and life is full, and life is full of.
Marion Cotillard & Ellen Page, “Inception” (Christopher Nolan, 2010).
“I am stripping myself of your love, your name. Clothed in my dignity, the only worthy garment, I go my way.”
— Mariama Ba’s So Long a Letter
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“His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.”
— F Scott Fitzgerald (via blackshivers)
y’all ever think about Andrew singin ‘sweet thing’? I can’t stop thinkin about it
there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go
god I dont wanna fuckin go on dates or try to sell myself or expose myself to an unending list of potential heartbreaks i just wanna skip to the part where someone is holding me and i am cozy. fuck this bro
