i am not proud, but i am happy

It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Absolutely insane block of text that I love with my whole heart

WE'RE 5 YEARS OLD!!!!!!

Another Calvocoressi post, I feel a sense of longing/yearning from each line and the nostalgia of the past is eating me alive.

Obsessed with Gabrielle Calvocoressi's style of writing!!!

"The gap between imagining an emotion and feeling it is the distance between empathy and experience. The divide both writer and reader face as empathy brings them closer to others but cannot make them into those others. Empathy cannot turn a son into his father and mother, even if the son is also a father" (page 50-51).

I remember sitting on green fields covered by yellow dandelions, counting each head to sum up how I felt about growing up. The anxiety, I didn't have a word for it then, loomed over my head like a cloud. It never rained, the storm was yet to come, but for a small moment, a tiny blip in the infinite expanse of time, I felt ok. It was summer, the dandelions were blindingly yellow and the sky seemed to never end. Everything was ok.