kuvyrhaw

i look at you, and i image little hands reaching for your face

talk to me about azula and zuko's doomed sibling relationship and how they're the only two people who share the same terror and that they could've understood each other the most and that they probably could've saved one another from years of abuse and pain, BUT THEY JUST CAN'T, and I'll make sure you never gain your honour again.

yes, I don't believe in god. yes, I will always find myself walking towards a cathedral

every day, i wake to hear you call my name, and as foolish as a woman can be, i get up to my feet and stare at the waters crash behind the windows. you are still not home. i am still waiting. and I now realise that it has been some twenty years since I've last seen your eyes, and i wonder then, as i wonder now, how they'd look all glossy and grey. twenty years of loving, twenty years of hoping, twenty sad, long, desperate years of waiting. i am still waiting. our son grows taller, tell me, is he taller than you? i think he will be. does he look like you? remind me of your smile, for i have long forgotten it. we were only children when we wed. only children then, and I doubt we'll be children once again. i wonder if your hair still curls at the edge of your cheek or if there's now a sliver of grey in the spot where i used to kiss you. but you are still not home. and I am still waiting

when im mining, and i suddenly struck gold (found the most heartbreaking, hope-resssurecting, thought spiralling tumblr blogs from old, deactivated accounts)

yes, my biggest dream is seeing one of my tumblr posts be in one of those web weaves on tiktok. please don't ask me to dream bigger.

wait wait wait stop shut up, darling, i just remembered something about being alive and the birds still sing and the river is too cold and that woman on the bench is laughing and that little girl drags her dad to the ice cream stand and the ants crawl together as the lovers hold hands and the music is getting louder and our hearts are still beating because life is all we know. life is all we know

grief is just the secrets you want to share but there's no one there to keep them

"there's nothing i can do" vs. "there's nothing you can do"

it's hot out, and im lying on the grass. im 28 pages in the book my dad bought me, and my dog is thumping his tail against my foot. & i hope forever feels like this exact moment