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The best training is to read and write, no matter what. Don’t live with a lover or roommate who doesn’t respect your work. Don’t lie, buy time, borrow to buy time. Write what will stop your breath if you don’t write.
| — | Grace Paley (via leopoldgursky) |
Pursue compassion and self-awareness. Then, one day, love will tap you lightly on the shoulder and say ‘I’m here.’
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Unknown. But what if I don’t know how to or able to greet it with open arms? (via venuschild) |
why is it that all i want to do right now is sit here and cry?… but only if crying came with the promise that you would show up and sweep me into your arms, promising me that everything can and will get better. i feel fine when i’m away. but whenever i’m home i miss you so much. i got this horrible aching, tight feeling in my chest right before i went home. i was so afraid i’d see you.
i was afraid you’d see me. ecstatically happy, beautiful, brighter than i’ve ever been. i was afraid that you’d see that i don’t need you anymore and make yourself disappear completely from my world (even more than you already have). it’s hard giving up on you. i was fine, and now i’m not. i want nothing more than to go far away and even start the spring semester. i don’t know how i will handle myself once i see you.
What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don’t really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn’t have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.
I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
| — | Jonathan Safran Foer (via aplacecalledfreedom) |
