i hope that when i die there will be an apartment with everyone i’ve ever loved in it and we are together always

Ramona Ausubel, How To Be a Writer: The Map Is the Territory

when I found out my friends have no siblings I always ask isn’t that kind of lonely??? And they are always like idk not really and yeah u can’t miss what you’ve never known I guess but some nights me and my little sister will stay up late even though we both have class tomorrow and we will listen to fast car by Tracy chapman on repeat no talking just us quietly listening and I think that even if I never knew my sister I would still miss her somehow

be terrified, but open your arms

“Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit where it is due: time. We are synchronized, now and forever. I love you.” (Gonzalez-Torres, 1988)

james baldwin was right. one day i’ll weep for this. one of these days i’ll start to cry. 

Thinking about the poems about peeling clementines for people and how Clementia is the name of a Roman goddess of forgiveness. Love as an offering; this act says "forgive me, I love you".