Everything you love is here
We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn. Your love for him is the same—it runs wild and free. Like the air around you, it stretches all across the world, it does not leave a single thing untouched. You carry that love with you, like a bright and blazing beacon, a straight line from your heart to his.
seeing an old person cry is the equivalent of having 1000 daggers stabbed into your heart
Lutz Bacher, Appropriated Celestial Photographs, (2012)
When a thing disturbs the peace of your heart, give it up.
Don’t fall in love with girls like me. girls like me love too carelessly. we care more about the rain, our favorite book, tea, flowers, than how your day went. we hide ourselves from you. we are sad songs, burning trees, cold air, your last cigarette.
don’t fall in love with girls like me. girls like me love too passionately. we want to move to Washington, to look at the stars, to kiss unkissable things, to drink ourselves to sleep, more than we want you to stay over. we convince you that we belong. we don’t. we are snow in July, a white dress at your mother’s funeral, sugar in your coffee, your empty bed.
don’t fall in love with girls like me. girls like me love too distantly. we take you to our favorite places: the bookstore downtown, the museum across the river, between the sheets of our beds, in between the spaces of piano keys only to leave you there. we make sure you will never forget us. we are your elementary school crush, the smell of your father’s whiskey kisses, the goosebumps on the back of your neck, the red of the blood you see after trying to cut us from yourself.
don’t fall in love with girls like me. girls like me love too destructively. we will ruin your apartment, we will poison your dreams, we will tie your organs into knots, we will drain your heart, and we will blame everything on you. we will make you hate yourself. we are your smoke damaged lungs, we are the tired bruises under your eyes, we are the reminder of your parents’ drunken mistake, we are your heavy soul.
don’t fall in love with girls like me.
girls like me don’t love.
girls like me,
we were born for leaving.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
Last night, I discovered how clingy Carl really is to me. More than the lipbalm, the blush on or any other material things combined, I wouldnt trade those sweet words for anything. Goooooood, why do I have the sweetest friends? Thank you, thank you, really. #postvalentinegift #effortcounts #supportivefriend #pushkonato #thisisLoganLermanObsession
If life doesn’t turn out exactly as you planned, don’t be surprised. Life is the great unknown. Even though we plan and scheme and make millions of assumptions about the future, the truth is that we don’t know what can happen in the next moment, let alone the next five weeks, months or years. So don’t be surprised when things don’t go according to your ideas, just relax and remember, life isn’t personal, it’s just life. Be open to the ever changing conditions and flow with them. Don’t get stuck.