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my fear of abandonment? well that comes from my experience of being abandoned
maybe i'm just a portrait of all the people i've loved and nothing else tastes so bittersweet. a little dash of my ex-best friend in the way i walk and laugh. my scarf tied in a double knot for that beautiful stranger at the bus stop. a whisper of my mother and the sigh of a lover in the way i braid my hair. pockets full of fire and infinite regret like my dad or his dad or his dad. the tilt of my jaw, the curve of my smile, everything, everything is someone else. when they're all gone, my own reflection will be the biggest ghost i have.
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
"you didn't know me when i was 13." "i really wish i did."
speedy ortiz / yohji yamamato / walk the moon / justine kurland / eloise klein healy / isao yukisada / phoebe bridgers / wren @peoplehood
In Japanese, they don’t say “moon,” they say “tsuki,” which literally translates to “moon,” and I think that’s how language works.
i’m watching this documentary about halloween and there’s a part where they’re explaining that ghost stories got really popular around the civil war when no one could really deal with how many people went off and died and
the narrator just said
“the first ghost stories were really about coming home”
fuck
"Greetings to the Universe in 55 Different Languages", a poem compiled out of messages from the Voyager spacecraft
Hi i am Deficient in so many minerals and im about to do something ill regret
when bokuto goes away for games and saying goodbye is too hard
girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen
What doesnt kill you makes you dissociate so hard you become a different person
Babe ur graphic murder fantasies are so hot tell me more *twirls hair*
