welp so this is it! 2.5 years of that, and then nothing. i only ever come on tumblr when nowhere else feels quite as safe so… here i am.
the greatest love of my life, as he once said to describe me too. in him i’d found the safest sanctuary i’d made a home in, the most growth i’ve ever experienced, and 2 of the best years of my life. it’s funny that this has happened so many times but i know in my heart that i’ve never quite been as intentional, as hopeful as i am for it to really end as i am now.
i’ll never find another love quite like this, and maybe somewhere down the road i’ll be thankful for that. but now - today - i’ll sink and sink and sink and let myself drown in all the sadness in hopes of finding my catharsis.
It is rare indeed that people give. Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves and what they identify with themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be. One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself ― that is to say, risking oneself. If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving.
now that i’m older and understand how absolutely fucked the housing market is, all those horror movies that take place in nice houses where the family refuses to leave make sense. if i had a 4,000sqft vintage home you’d need to kill me before i ever moved out as well. fuck the ghost. charge it rent.
