Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.— David Levithan
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Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.
If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay.
We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.
A photograph it a souvenir of a memory.
It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.
The words that matter always stay.
motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.
It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.
You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.
why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?
I no longer think she's just being nice.
She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.
It doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day.
It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date. It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit. It just has to be.
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there.
A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.
...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.
Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.
this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.
What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.
I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.
Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes.
What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.
detachment, n. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.
If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore.
you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you.
you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.
If I'm not telling you something, it's for a reason.
Just because you trust me, it doesn't mean I have to automatically trust you. Trust doesn't work like that.
Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.
Every relationship has a hard part at the beginning.
This is our hard part. It's not like a puzzle piece where there's an instant fit. With relationships, you have to shape the pieces on each end before they go perfectly together.
Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.
Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs.
Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.
Do not just seek happiness for yourself. Seek happiness for all. Through kindness. Through mercy.
Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.
And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before.
A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.
I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.
I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.
I love you,” she says. “I love you,” I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don’t deserve it at her expense.
The key to a successful relationship isn’t just in the words, it’s in the choice of punctuation. When you’re in love with someone, a well-placed question mark can be the difference between bliss and disaster, and a deeply respected period or a cleverly inserted ellipsis can prevent all kinds of exclamations.
You think you know your possibilities.
Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.
Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.
This is the thing they don't tell you about being a third wheel - it's not like you're the wheel that's added on. You were one of the original two wheels, but suddenly you're not so important anymore. The relationship drives fine without you.
You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together.
And then everything falls apart anyway.
Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.
When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen.
Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.
it's gonna hurt because it matters.
If we actually thought about every decision we made, we'd be paralyzed .
.. You have to decide which decisions you're actually going to make, and then you have to let the rest of them go.
Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.
The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.
I can see that the sadness has returned.
And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible.
Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.
tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz.
it's the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be. i live in a big goddamned weltzschermz ocean, you know? and so do you.