the woman you’re becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. choose her over everything.

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the woman you’re becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. choose her over everything.
“When he decides he doesn’t love you anymore, here is what you do: Move on quietly. Love yourself loudly.”
—
(via she-belongs-in-london)
This is so important.
(via celestialspheres)
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always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.
“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”
-May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss
“Oh yes, but lostness is loving someone too, knowing you would take the raft out further if it meant a few more minutes.”
— Jeff Latosik, from “On the General Being of Lostness,” Poetry: New Canadian Poets Issue (December 2017)
At a Pink Floyd’s concert somewhere in Europe, June 2018.
IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY,
I was allowed to forget
how there is no loneliness like ours.
I did not search for signs I might take back, no
directions to move me into feeling.
— Ricardo Hernandez, published in Foundry
Can you imagine how fucking wild ladies must have gone for the rejection in pride and prejudice right after it was first published. This guy’s making ten thousand a year and her family is expecting her to find accommodation for herself sooner rather than later and STILL Lizzie is like “no. No. True love only. And also while I’ve got you here please accept my invitation to fuck off.” I would’ve lost my damn gourd, I would’ve gone bonkers. And group chats didn’t exist so you’d just have to hope your friends were as far into the book as you so you could meet at the village green to throw a fucking riot
in a language that doesn’t have the word ‘love’ I say
“I still have the receipt from the film we watched on
our first date” I say “I bought four red sweaters after
you told me it was your favorite color” I say “it’s been
exactly two hundred and twelve days since our last kiss”
I say “last week, in a hotel room, the complementary
pantene shampoo was the type that you use” I say “I walked
around smelling like you and nobody else cried over it”
I say “yes, I’m still crying over it” I say “the other day
somebody’s ringtone went off in class and it was the same
noise you set for your alarm and it took me a minute
to figure out where I knew it from” I say “I’m terrified
of someday not knowing where I knew it from” I say
“every poem I write nowadays is about the same thing”
I say “I’d almost give up writing altogether if it meant
we could try again” I say “please” I say “please” I say
“please.”
another untitled poem where I’m exceptionally loud about how much I love people // WRITTEN BY CAITLIN CONLON
I feel like getting my college degree will be simultaneously a relief and extremely underwhelming
“fiiiinally, i can add a sentence to my resumé“
i’m better than every man i’ve ever loved and/or idolized.
all human emotions can be found in either the mamma mia soundtrack or hozier’s album