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@theonesthatheldme
I want to remember this, but I probably should forget that
Four years ago I did not want to forget the way he smelled he spoke the sweet things he said.
I said I would just let him go. I held onto him harder longer than I should.
So yesterday when I left I keep replaying the last time you held me kissed me ran shampoo through my hair hot water come here the goodnight kiss
Walking waiting for you to catch up knowing you didn’t think you could.
Dear David,
I don’t really go on tumblr anymore. It kind of blew up my last relationship and then faded from existence for me. But I don’t really know where else to grieve relationships, so…here. It’s not like you’ll find this anyway.
Here are the things I couldn’t say this morning (or that I tried to but wouldn’t come out when I called you to tell you I got home safely).
I think you’re brave, I think you’re strong. I think you’re kind, and you’re patient. You have an incredible sense of boundaries—sometimes too good, and your walls go up, and I would panic as I would try to bring them down. Maybe I’m wrong, but when I got frustrated with you, that’s what I felt like was happening. Me trying to kick down the walls, and you rebuilding them twice as fast and shutting me out. But I can’t shut out the memory of you telling me, “come here,” when you heard me crying last night. I’m trying, but I can’t. I keep crying just thinking about it.
We didn’t really do the cutesy nickname thing. There weren’t a lot of grand gestures in our relationship, just a lot of really great little ones. Little things that I held onto and was like yes. YES. Our relationship was never easy, and maybe it could have never worked out, but there was always that voice in the back of my head going STAY. YES. THIS. And even when there was another voice going “maybe you should cut and run,” that voice still went: FIGHT FOR THIS BOY. SHOW EVERYONE YOU CAN FIGHT FOR THIS. Right up until the moment you said you were done, I fought for you.
You see, I never really fought before. I never really had it in me. I’ve never been a patient person, but you asked me to be patient, and so I waited. I really did. I really gave it my all on this one.
I don’t really know what to do now because you were just a force in my life for the past half year, making me grow and learn, and all of these things that made me stay. It’s not college; I’m not going to run into you at the library or at the coffee shop. You’re kind of just going to disappear. I’m going to disappear.
I want you to know, that I’m jealous of the next girl. She will get a brave, smart, wonderfully kind and amazing guy. Treat her well, give her what you can, love her as much as you are able. I hope she is beautiful inside and out, kind and patient, smart, and a little strong-willed. I hope she loves you well.
Miss you already. And you don’t know this but, love always,
Kara
Dear David,
I haven't seen you in two years now. But you stayed, you stayed in my life for a long time. You always remembered me so clearly, even after so many years. The last time I saw you, I finally told you I love you.
And maybe that's what it took for you to let me go.
Love always, Kara
25 April, 1932 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
17 February, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)
Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere
you can only choose one
u fall asleep in ur childhood bed on a cool summer evening w/ the windows open
your childhood pets alive
it’s the first day of summer vacation. you and your siblings are little again
you both talk about it instead of becoming strangers
everyone is under one roof again and you feel safe
you both go back to the beginning, before it got bad
you go back to school shopping with your mom one last time
ur in ur childhood room. everything’s just how you left it. u never grow old
you have one more meaningless conversation with them
you fall asleep in the car and your dad carries you in one last time
they stayed
ur 7yrs old, playing on the swings w/ ur best friend. this moment never ends
ALT
Welcome to Night Vale: Ep. 100, Toast
You know the Grimm version of Snow White makes more sense than most versions if only because in that version Snow White was like 7 years old.
Like imagine you find a 7 year old in the woods and she’s like my mom is gonna kill me because I’m prettier than her and she’s not kidding. You know this queen is that sort of person. So you and your roommates adopt the kid and tell her don’t talk to strangers. And she keeps talking to strangers and getting poison combs stuck in her hair and whatnot.
Like yeah that’s kinda stupid but also she’s seven. She likes apples.
Also imagine it from the hunter’s perspective. The queen tells you this bitch is prettier than me I need you to take her out in the woods and kill her. And then you see who you’re supposed to kill and it’s a 2nd grader. Like how are you supposed to react to that sort of situation? Kill a human child? No. Because you’re not a brainless evil minion you’re just some guy dealing with a cartoonishly evil monarch. Of course you let her go.
Bad look for the Prince of course. Even if she did age while she was in that glass case. He saw a dead woman and just decided to keep her. And once she stopped being dead he was like we’re married now
He did cause the evil queen to dance to death in red hot shoes though. That was kinda cool.
With the acknowledgement that I'm grasping at straws, is it ever directly confirmed that the Prince wasn't also 7?
See, I think that still works.
You are the guardsman assigned to protect the eight-year-old Prince. You are currently in the middle of the forest because he absolutely had his heart set on "going hunting", and the royal second-grader should definitely not be traipsing around the woods on his own. You let him go a little on ahead and he comes running back talking about how there's a dead girl in the clearing and there's no-one else around and he wants to take her home because she's really pretty, Hans, and she's all alone!
You let him drag you to said clearing and okay, that is one angelic-looking dead child alright, and on the one hand the quality of her clothes and the craftsmanship on the coffin (who builds a see-through coffin?) speak to potential Consequences if you simply carry her off, but also for the amount of vines that have grown on the coffin she looks extraordinarily un-decayed, so you should probably get the court alchemist's opinion on that, and there's no way he's going to come all the way out here in his embroidered velvet curly-shoes. And also this kid is technically assigned by God as your natural superior, or something.
So fine. You hoist the coffin onto your shoulder (it's not like the Prince can do it. He's eight.) and head back toward the castle, Prince chattering blithely all the way. And then you turn your ankle on a rock and suddenly there's a thump and a cough and a lot of shouting from inside the coffin and you have now become a key player in a tense political incident with the next kingdom over.
You should probably ask for a raise.
“I’m almost 50, and here is the best thing I have learned so far: every strange thing you’ve ever been into, every failed hobby or forgotten instrument, everything you have ever learned will come back to you, will serve you when you need it. No love, however brief, is wasted.” @louisethebaker on Twitter
No love, however brief, is wasted.
Isnt it funny how much time we invest in one person only to end up strangers again.
I wonder if you still see her, the girl you swore looked like me. When you go home to your parents, wife in tow. Do you do a double take? What do you remember?
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I was thinking about you today. I think about you often, more than you think about me. We’re married to different people now, but every now and then I hear a song and I wonder if you’ll hear it and wonder if you think of me too.
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