There’s An Ache Of Eighteen. In The Back Of The Car With Your Mother. In Your Childhood Friend’s

aug 17 2022

We live in an age of regrettably half-assed insults. I would have done great at like 1654 where you could walk up to someone you don't like and just say shit like "how cruel can nature be, that now age denies you wisdom, as youth once forbade you beauty" and get stabbed.

Trenton, New Jersey, ca. 1950

more and more, margaret atwood

‘How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives.’

-Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

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Stained glass 💕

I know my sadness will pass if I do not cling to it so tightly

Fallen Angels (1995) dir. Wong Kar-wai

Ultramedium, Lee Stewart