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"One of the hardest things you will ever have
to do, my dear, is to grieve the loss
of a person who is still alive."
 

 


       

         
i think the
         OLDER I GET, THE MORE       
i realize that THE ULTIMATE LUXURY IS TIME.
 

 



I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

                          —Arthur Golden
” 




Recently, my son said to me after seeing a ballet on television: ‘It’s beautiful, but I don’t like it.’ And I thought, Are many grown-ups capable of such a distinction? It’s beautiful, but I don’t like it. Usually, our grown-up thinking is more along the lines of: I don’t like it, so it’s not beautiful. What would it mean to separate those two impressions for art making and for art criticism?
     — Sarah Ruhl, 100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write
 

butterflies come alive when i'm next to you

She won't break you like those other girls will. That's exactly why you're terrified of her. She could make you happy. And you know being happy is the most terrifying thing in the universe. Once you're happy it can be taken from you.


                                                (( the girl who terrifies you ))        
 


Political Poem
The renowned rat race is about to begin;
honestly I don't care for any of them to win.
Because truth be told, as a matter of fact,

the winner of the race is merely a rat.


 

Don't expect them to spoon feed you with their wisdom just eat by yourself.  

"How are you?" they ask, stroking your arm. 

They see the scars. They know why they're there. They don't like it any more than you do.

You shrug off the smiles and the questions. "I'm fine." A thousand other answers spring to your tongue, begging to leap out into the air. "I'm still hurting", "I need to know it's okay to cry", "I need to know why you say such cruel things about the man I love[d]", "I loved him once. And i still love him. And i will ALWAYS love him.", "What do you do, when you've found your happily ever after, but someone else slammed the door shut in your face?", but most pressing of all...

"Do you believe in life after love?" 

You stare into the mirror, when the guests have come and gone, the wine drunken, the bread broken. You stare at your eyes and your nose and your lips and remind yourself that someone once loved not just the body you wear, but also the mind and heart and spirit and soul inside. You stare at yourself and smile. You know the answer.

"There is no life after love. Love never leaves."
`` Why are all the cute guys gay?``
more like,
``Why are all the cute girls straight?``
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