He is the reason.

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Love my roommates

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.

But darling,
You are the only exception..

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts.
And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.

And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I have sworn to myself
That I’m content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.


And tonight, I’m begging for you to remember me.

I beg you to remember me as much as I remember you while staring in the cold darkness in my room.

I beg you to remember me as much as I remember you when I walk home alone desperately trying to remember what your hand felt like.

I beg you to remember me as much as I remember you when I try to find you in every empty stare I get from other men.

I beg you to remember me as much as I remember you when I think my best friend’s body at night is you, trying to sleep on her like I slept on you.

I beg you
To remember me,
as much as I remember you.

Tennis <3

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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We knew each other in a way we no longer were and never would be again. Being a stranger is hard, but being a stranger when you’re so impossibly close is unbearable.

Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
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When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?

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I’m going to be okay. It’s going to get better.

I knew that I had never deceived him. He always knew what I was up to but he chose every time to have me carry the burden of the lie or the choice. It wasn’t fair. When you care deeply about a daughter, you protect her from herself. You give advice, you offer direction, you confront a lie, at the risk of being rejected. You give yourself openly, without reservation. My father did care.

Irene Vilar on her father

She did not wish to change the life that imprisoned her.

Impossible Motherhood- Irene Vilar

I want to write and I want to paint and I want to draw

to show on paper how you’ve created this sorrow in my heart

I want to scream and I want to cry and I want to ache 

to remember how painful that plane ride felt

I want to dance and drink and get high

to forget how much fire has burnt down my home inside.