[Image transcripts in order: ❝ Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.]
[My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don't talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven't found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend's moms'. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it's comforting to know there are so many lives you're still a part of that you have no idea about.]
[smokeinsilence: have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it's no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don't
viridianmasquerade: I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won't talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend's parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I've ever loved, even for a heartbeat.]
[❝ I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.]
[maybe i'm just a portrait of all the people i've loved and nothing else tastes so bittersweet. a little dash of my ex-best friend in the way i walk and laugh. my scarf tied in a double knot for that beautiful stranger at the bus stop. a whisper of my mother and the sigh of a lover in the way i braid my hair. pockets full of fire and infinite regret like my dad or his dad or his dad. the tilt of my jaw, the curve of my smile, everything, everything is someone else. when they're all gone, my own reflection will be the biggest ghost i have.]
[I'm becoming more a vessel of memories than a person]
[You know, you're a little complicated after all."
"Oh no," she assured him hastily. "No, I'm not really - I'm just a - I'm just a whole lot of different simple people.]
[I am pieces of quotes/from my favorite books/stitched together by/song lyrics/and I am glued together by/midnight conversations/and the sweet taste of coffee/and I have this tendency/to fall apart suddenly
and I need you to somehow/be okay with this/because I am created by/the souls who are brave enough/to gather all my tattered pieces/and put me back together
and oh God how I would love to be whole again]
[frequent death. She kissed him; Sorry about your stupidity. She wanted to tell him, to teach him: (highlighted) Every time you love, pieces of you break off and get replaced by something you steal from someone else. It seems like it's the right shape but it's slightly different every time, so that eventually, very very quietly and over days and days and days, you are transformed into something unrecognizable, and it happens so slowly you don't even notice, like shedding scales and making new ones.]
["...Imagine the emptiness in you, the vast cavities you have spent your life trying to/fill—with fathers, mothers, lovers, language, drugs, money, art, praise-and imagine/them gone. What's left? Whatever you aren't, which is what makes you-a house useful not because its floorboards or ceilings or walls, but because the empty space/between them."]
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