so is life just a constant cycle of learning to be alone to then learn to be with someone to then learn to be alone again
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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so is life just a constant cycle of learning to be alone to then learn to be with someone to then learn to be alone again
anytime - I’ll choose to love anytime, even if this one did not last, even if it brought so much pain, because to love is to be alive, to hurt is to be alive
Perfect way to describe how i’m feeling recently
Soooo I rly hope yall dont mind … but i wrote about yall in my substack <3
Concerning the Book That Is the Body of the Beloved, Gregory Orr
open your eyes.. now open them again
I Worried, Mary Oliver
To Be Alive Gregory Orr
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
why do love and fear always go hand in hand?
the deeper I fall for you, the tighter I want to hold you, afraid that soon you would turn to sand, running through my fingers
as if our days are numbered, and I know they are. But we are young, can’t we pretend just for this moment that we will live forever
Gloria Anzaldua, Borderlands
every reread kills me a little bit more
reread and enjoy <3
Toni Morrison
and when I get excited about snow as if I am still a kid who might get the day off school to play outside, running home with wet clothes and rosy cheeks
I realise that I still see the world with the same eyes, it’s only my heart which has changed