Some Days Are Okay. Some Days The Universe Dissects Your Soul. You Know, To See Whether You're Made Of

All these men friends that are good, but not good to me.

Anyone else notice the paradigm shift in romance movies? The Big Fight used to break your heart, because they had happy endings. Now you hold your breath no one dies.

Broken post for a wholesome man

I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside...

First, parts of you die, and then the things you think define you fade into the background. But you're still in control, you didn't need them anyway. Then you wake up one October morning, and you're seeping through your own fingers like water. You have no idea whom you are, you only have a vague idea of whom you want to be, but that's hard and you need to grieve for the girl who's dying inside you, because God knows she's carried you. Alas, you live in a world full of people with questions and they feel entitled to you remaining the same. You can't explain that your paradigms are not just shifting, they're blowing up and turning into ash in your hands, so you just fold into yourself. But Yourself is falling apart, and it's just...living God what is happening?

Dreams are just dreams until you write them down. Then they become goals.

Pinto JK, Project Management Achieving Competitive Advantage.

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”

[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]

this is way too fucking relatable

I hate that he says hi after 2 years, and I'm right back to daydreaming about laughter in a sunlit kitchen. I hate that so much.