You’re going to reach a point where you look at a person and you can tell what all has changed ever since the last time the two of you spoke, you’re going to realise that they have new hobbies and gifts and interests, maybe even people, encompassing them, and you’re not a part of it. This is your strike to pick up on the fact that you’ve walked through the times you knew you couldn’t have passed considering the emotional barrier tugging at your wrists like restraints, you’re going to look at those hands and realise that pressing onto the palms of your memories doesn’t sting as much anymore, the shade of your skin has risen again, dancing in your embrace like velvet sheets that lay beneath :)
maybe this isn’t the time for you to hold a hand, maybe this is the time for you to reach down your pocket and find the Candy you were supposed to have a week ago and laugh to yourself. You have a life, and you’re living it. The departure of a person does not stop that, and it was never about the pace was it? you’re living proof of that. To remember and to savour the very last thought of a person is human nature, not a weakness.
just an appreciation post for you because I’m so happy you get to read this today and I couldn’t even begin to spell out everything you had to do, or get past, to be here. Im so happy our lives intertwined in this very moment because we come to exist together <3 that is human life and you’re living it :)!
i want to sow my own clothes and i want to feel the soft fabric turning into something under my fingers. i want to make my own limoncello and apricot liquor and fill the house with the scent of sweet fruit and sugar boiling. i want to stock the cabinets with wonky, hand-made & prettily painted mugs and bowls and plates. set the table in colour for friends and family while my eclectic vinyl collection is playing in the background. essentially i want so badly to surround myself with the intimate tastes and small dreams i have for my own creation. personal beauty everywhere
Even if what once was, is erased, I’ll plant a kiss on those rosy cheeks again.
Soft reminder that you have the liberty to choose the people you’ll invest your time and energy into, not the other way around, don’t let something that couldn’t have possibly governed you, have its restraints on you
just found out that “wish you were here” in persian is ‘jāy-e shomā khālīst’ which means “your place is empty” and it felt like being stabbed in the heart 37 times
I always love coming back here because every other social media platform is too loud
Imagine dancing around the body of a sapien in shades of crimson, just as the moon reflected the colors of their blush
Strangely so, I hold onto the stem of the daffodils, a little tighter, a little longer, cultivating a strong desire to be enveloped by their cushioned petals
Handle yourself with the care and love that you yearn, you do not deserve to be beat up over an event that took a gruesome toll on you, putting up with that time was hard, dealing with the absence of so many figures was hard, having the constant fear of having nobody to reach out to was hard. And you have every right to accept that, it was completely alright to accept that you wanted to be held and loved even in a time where a version of you believed that you couldn’t. Say yes to being embraced
“the flowers were dressed in nothing but light,they let me bathe in my vulnerability”
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