if they wanted to, they would’ve.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@vaqsine
if they wanted to, they would’ve.
Sometimes I forget to listen. I forget to let a friend be. To tell their whole story and paint their full heart into the air.
I’m too eager to respond with a fix, a solution, a plan. I interrupt the art. I look for a pause to jump in and offer all sorts of articulate banter, when this isn’t what they want. They just want to speak until they’re out of breath, and then meet eyes and feel like they’re okay and understood and not alone. It’s a beautiful thing, and I want to let it happen. I want to let them finish painting in their own words. And then maybe I will understand. — J
Change is coming everyone’s way and it may not feel right but it’s time to let some things go
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“Run the risk. If it works out, happiness. If not, wisdom.”
— Unknown. (via craved)
All those old pains and old emotions want to be released badly right now. Let them surface. Feel them through. You are not that person anymore and that is no longer your reality. You are evolving, healing and growing. Let the past go.
“Meanwhile, your life and my life have kissed.”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Night of Love In Three Cantos,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
from a nyc bar card, february 1985
I will be okay