“I would recognize you in total darkness, where you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.”
You’re not healing to be able to handle the trauma, you’re healing to be able to handle the joy.
I can’t do this anymore. I mean I can and I will obviously but I can’t do this anymore.
Always keep a picture of your girlfriend as your wallpaper, so when you’re having a bad day you can remind yourself: if I can handle this mf I can handle anything.
“You’ll wither like the magnolia. No kisses burnt on your thighs, no fingers in your hair, playing it like a harp.”
Nonchalant men are not for me. I want him to have a panic attack if we’re not talking.