SMILE AT YOUR FACE

Kiss me in the corner of the attic while we're looking at your grandparents wedding photos.
I'll see a photo of you as a baby and we'll laugh like taunting teenagers do at the sight of a childhood embarrassment.
I'll snatch the photo and you'll chase me down the stairs and out the front door, we'll run and laugh like the best of friends, the most comfortable of lovers- squeeling and dancing down the street. We'll reach for each others hands and you'll pull me down to your pace so were walking side by side and we kiss with smiles still plastered on our mouths.

The silliest of lovers have the best stories.

PEACEFUL

HAPPY.

When you let go of all the confusing, un-satisfying shit that weighs you down- it is the BEST feeling in the world.
Thank fuck it's over.
Bring on the next chapter, new, fun, positive, exciting and with no emotional baggage.

Happy and free at last.

xoxoxoxoxoxooxo

Don't ever put your heart or your head in a grey area- always strive for black or white and if someone cares about you- they would never let you hang in the grey on your own anyway.


X

MARGUERITE DURAS.

"...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened."

"Suddenly, all at once, she knows, that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her."

"What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words"

"Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened"

"When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you."

Thank god for beautiful words.

THE LOVER.

"Years after the war, after marriages, children, divorces, books, he came to Paris with his wife. He phoned her. It's me. She recognized him at once from the voice. He said, I just wanted to hear your voice. She said, it's me, hello. He was nervous, afraid, as before. His voice suddenly trembled. And with the trembling, suddenly, she heard again the voice of China. He knew she'd begun writing books, he'd heard about it through her mother whom he'd met again in Saigon. And about her younger brother, and he'd been grieved for her. Then he didn't know what to say. And then he told her. Told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, he could never stop loving her, that he'd love her until death."

—	Marguerite Duras (The lover)

so hurt.

SO MUCH SO.

I saw red and yellow flowers outside
The brightest sunrise than i seen in a long time.

And through it all,
I stood and stumbled, waded through my thoughts and heart
Yeah through it all,
I fooled and fumbled, lost to the poet's frown.
I fought the wolves of patience just to let it lie down.

See these waters they'll pull you up,
Oh if you're bolder than the darkness.
That these songs be an instrument to cut,
Spaces between the happiness and the hardness.

Out the door,
The touch of morning, the burning of the frost
Out the door
Strong hands to hold; good friends that i never lost.

And what we found
Down these coves of limestone and cockle shells,
What we found
Down these roads that wander as lost as the heart,
Is a chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start.

See these waters they'll pull you up,
Oh if you're bolder than the darkness.
That these songs be an instrument to cut,
Spaces between the happiness and the hardness.
Oh, spaces between the happiness and the hardness.

Ben Howard- These waters

SARAH KAY.

When I meet you, in that moment, I'm no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share your present. And you, you get to share mine. And that is the greatest present of all.

-SARAH KAY
( she just nails it and kills me)

HURTS GOOD.

CHOOSE CAREFULLY.