Yesterday Someone Told Me, “Your Star Is Still Rising. Perhaps It’s Headed For A Different Constellation.”

the devils vs. rangers game is 12:30am for me, and canucks vs ducks is at 4am 😃

read literature. be present. make love. make tea. write a poem. cry. watch a sappy movie that makes you want to throw things at it. paint your nails. cook something. call your best friend. learn an instrument. wonder. take a bath. go for a walk. lie down on the grass. listen to the entirety of ur favorite album from 2016. take pics of sunsets. ponder. shamelessly dance in your room. curl up on your bed. make endless wishes to the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. think about nothing. think about everything. think about things so hard that you barely remember what happened moments ago and why you’re feeling the way you do

Strength doesn’t come from what you can do. It comes from overcoming the things you once thought you couldn’t.

how dare you break my heart before any boy even could. how dare you have the audacity to laugh and smile and speak to me like nothing has happened. you broke my very being and all you can do is pretend that everything is fine. we haven’t talked in weeks and nothing can fill that void that you left no one can fill it

i’m empty

“And maybe in forty-something years, we’ll be living in a house across the sea. You’ll be 62, and I’ll be 63. I’ll be the one painting your fingernails because by then you’ll be having arthritis in your hands even if I’ll be having arthritis in my hands too. We’ll be sitting in front of the ocean for a little while when all we can do is hold hands and how holding hands can still count as making love. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers our sad youth. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers a regret, a mistake and none of it will really matter because by then we’d still have each other. We’ll be holding hands until the end of our golden days as we love each other so gently to teach our grandchildren how love is a kind of soft chaos that dances for all eternity. We’ll be holding hands while soft dancing our way towards nothingness until it’s finally time for one of us to let go knowing how love was always meant to be.”

— juansen dizon, Grow old with you

still thinking about how mack and will excitedly counted down to say each others names for who their emergency contacts would be, and how the rest of the team proceeded to say it’d essentially be anybody but them.

so luke is gonna have quinn and jack cheering him on during playoffs

that’s their baby 😭

My husband died at war (they cancelled Ice adolescence)

This hits home

“Because you are empty you hold space. Inescapable, you are always escaping me.”

— Rodger Kamenetz, from “The Poetry Pure,” Yonder (Lavender Ink, 2018)