This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.
HOW IS THIS SUCH BEAUTIFUL QUALITY?
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY JOLIE’S DAUGHTER PLAYING YOUNG AURORA AND HOW TALENTED THIS WOMAN IS TO ACT OUT NOT WANTING TO HOLD AND CUDDLE HER OWN LITTLE WOMB NUGGET LIKE GOTDAMN WOMAN YOU GOOD.
Albert Camus, The Stranger
realizing that u have a crush on someone u dont have a chance with
Hiroshige - New Year’s Eve Foxfires at the Changing Tree, Ōji (1857)
take the time to teach me how
someone like you could want me
only to teach me how someone
like you could un-want me just as
quickly. Look, I know it’s not your
responsibility, but one time you
said you thought you could fix me
and I never told you, but you were
right. And maybe your plan was
always just to build me up until
someone else could take over, and
maybe this ‘someone-else’ took too
long to show up, but I never
expected you to be the one to
give up. Being broken is so much
harder since you brought me
close to becoming unbroken.
I just can’t bring myself to believe that love is as excruciating as you make me feel.
but I won’t stop asking for more
time. The universe is full of empty
spaces and my hand shouldn’t be
one of them. My heart shouldn’t
be one of them; my hips, the
small of my back, the base of my
neck - what terrible craters to be
so empty, especially with you right
here. I’m not asking for forever,
just a little while longer - my
fingers in your hair should be
reason enough, but I’ll give you
a few more if you need them.