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The world won’t fall if you’re not holding it up Just take a minute, put your mind on ice And you try, and you try, and you’re trying But the burden is heavy and overgrown And God knows that we all get tired It’s a long night when you do it on your own And I I hate how you talk to yourself It’s not weak if you need to be held So cut off a little slack and roll all your cavalry back My love, take care of yourself

conversations with friends >>> normal people

I told him I was easily seduced by people who laughed at my jokes and he said he was easily seduced by people who were smarter than he was.

Let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time.

It’s been said that love finds you when you’re ready.

I wish I had a someone who would observe me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but ‘Mom’s’ probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

-> MBTI as Disney Songs

grief, i’ve learned, is really just love. it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and the hollow part of your chest. grief is just love with no place to go.