It's not about talking; it's about presence. You could be in a different galaxy, I'd still feel you. You exist in my core. A part of me. The biggest part.

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It's not about talking; it's about presence. You could be in a different galaxy, I'd still feel you. You exist in my core. A part of me. The biggest part.
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The ache of everything unsaid.
L. V., excerpts from an unsent letter
you can love them and still let them go.
my broken pieces flow to your shore /
— ʀ.ᴛ.
How long will this pain last?
*Enters a bookstore*
me to myself: be calm
L. V., excerpts from the afterword
my favorite love language is trying, actually
like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying
It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.
The raised floor and lowered ceiling of a breakfast nook create a cozy space.
The Kitchen Idea Book, 1999
I hope someone sees you the way you have always deserved to be seen
A soft life demands sharp boundaries.