I am over you.
Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments line up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
You bit me low on the shoulder in the late evening; standing in a bar where nobody knew our names and swaying to some bittersweet 90s hit. I walk the hallways bearing this mark clear on my skin – the almost unnoticeable light gash a hand span away from my heart – and every other moment I wonder what you’re doing. And if you’re wondering about me. And how un/lucky it is that I am so irrevocably drawn towards you, like a ship to anchor. As if I have no choice in the matter.
Dance Partner
I cannot
imagine
living
in a
world
where
you
and
I
do not
dance.
My entire life
has been consumed with waiting
just to find your skin.
love, humming: You must accept that’s who he really is.You must accept that you...
You must accept that’s who he really is.
You must accept that you cannot be his
unless he can be yours. No compromise.
He is a canvas on which paint never dries;
a clay that never sets; he’s steel that bends
in a breeze; he’s a melody that when it ends
no one can whistle; he is not who
you…
I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave it will be hard again.
— Miranda July, “Ten True Things” (via nightmarebrunette) (via sleepanddream) (via align) (via sadnesses, nightmarebrunette-deactivated20)
