Some Things You Never Really Get Over
some things you never really get over
the texts you wish you wouldn’t have sent in the first place. the first time you let the boy touch you. the girl who came to your bedroom every evening; i swear i can feel her besides me on certain evenings. when you read your favourite poem to the girl who could’ve been the love of your life. the guilt of not speaking to your childhood best friend for over a year before she died. when your father told you that you’re his biggest mistake. your mother’s misery. becoming the third friend on the sidewalk that only fits two. love. rot. love that becomes rot and buries you.
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in summer wounds fester and in winter they ache. another one of life's classic no win scenarios
“The word ‘naked’ is a translation of the Hebrew erom, which is used to describe a state of being stripped or vulnerable, and is without sexual connotation. […] Called out by God, Adam says: ‘I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.’ His nakedness, erom, merely implies vulnerability. Perhaps Adam and Eve hid from God not because they were suddenly prudish, nor because their disobedience had been found out, but because they realised their fragility and insignificance. They were exposed, not as sexual beings but as mortal ones.”
— Anne Enright, The Genesis of Blame
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— juansen dizon
fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.
words from merry Christmas, please don’t call by bleachers!
“💙 Lessons From Eeyore 💙 1. It’s okay not to be happy all the time. 2. The world is exhausting because it’s too optimistic that it hurts. 3. It could be worse. 4. Some mornings are just meant to be terrible. 5. Some people will never get tired of your tiredness. Love them. 6. Some friends will outgrow you, but that doesn’t mean that they no longer care for you. 7. Some friends will outshine you, but that doesn’t mean that they no longer love you for being you. 8. It’s okay to be alone and not feel lonely. 9. It’s okay to be alone, especially if it’s a Saturday night at your house. 10. Sometimes the truth is nobody will be there at your most jaded moments. 11. Embrace solitude. 12. Not expecting too much from life can protect you from disappointments. 13. Pessimists can be great thinkers. 14. Talking slow and dull doesn’t mean you’re stupid. 15. You can be sad and still go on adventures with the people who notice you for who you really are, and that’s alright. 16. You can be sad and still be helpful even though you’re usually the helpless one. 17. Don’t take life too seriously. 18. But having a nice tail is important. Your aestheticness, style, and fashion are important. Just looking good at a new cute outfit can make your day. 19. The rain will one day stop, and everything will feel beautiful but it would rain again, and that’s life. 20. There are people who will always remember your birthday and would go the extra mile to make you feel special. 21. The void between sadness and satisfaction can be filled with sarcasm. 22. It’s all going to be okay no matter how bad, terrible or severe things would get and it would get worse eventually, but you’ll survive. 23. Like the grey donkey, don’t forget to be grateful and say “Thanks for noticin’ me,””
— juansen dizon, Lessons from Eeyore
Pain must leave but oblivion is inevitable I still don’t understand what we do with the love May be it should leave with pain or maybe just may be find its way back to death.
dostoevsky
