lest we die, unbloomed đź’«
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We gave it all we had and it broke in our arms
It feels like I’m falling apart
But I’m proud that we made it this far
it’s the saddest thing in the world when two people love each other more than they have ever loved anything else, when they are willing to do anything to stay together, and have built a relationship that makes both of them happier than they’ve ever been
and it still isn’t enough
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov Chapter 4: A Hymn and a Secret (1880)
it was not intended as a compliment. it was a confession. it was not intended as a compliment. it was a confession. it was not intended as a compliment. it was a confession. it was not intended as a compliment. it was a confession. it was not intended as a compliment. it was a confession. it was not intended as a compliment. it was a confession.
there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.
washing labels on clothes: *exist*
me: don’t tell me what to do
For if the modern mind is whimsical and discursive, the classical mind is narrow, unhesitating, relentless. It is not a quality of intelligence that one encounters frequently these days. But though I can digress with the best of them, I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive. ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
the picture of dorian gray
