I know you’re sad, so I won’t tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day. Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don’t give up on yourself just yet. It’ll get better. Until then, have a day.
I avoid speaking your name in conversation, throwing it to the air as if it were nothing more than an assumption of you; it is my last mode of defence. The last item of clothing to discard before I realise I’m naked in public.
Because they can hear it in my voice. I know. Even in that one…
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”—C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via feellng)
“I know we can’t give each other any more
or any less than what we have.
There is a safety in that, so much
that I can never get past the packing,
the begging you to please, if I can’t make you happy,
come close between my thighs
and let me laugh for you from my second mouth.”—Ai, from “Why Can’t I Leave You?” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
“Once the light faded Monday laid across my bed,
hoping I would possess her the way the night did.
Instead I filled the basin with rosewater and
gently wiped the cluster of stars
from between her legs,
which were parted like a wishbone.”—Bianca Stewart (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
“La pérdida es una experiencia que conduce hacia un nuevo camino. Una nueva oportunidad para empezar a pensar de otro modo. La pérdida no es el final de las cosas, sino el final de una manera determinada de pensar. Quien cae en un sitio se levanta en otro. Ésa es la ley de la vida.”—Kader Abdolah (El reflejo de la palabras)