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this blog is a museum of my heart

“I reached a point where nothing made sense and that was the beginning of everything real.”

Thinking about when Marguerite Duras said “very early in my life it was too late”

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

"you have both; they must never leave you."

watching my promised afternoon thunderstorm slip from a 90% chance to a 20% chance.... baby come back i can change

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever