Nov 13, 2024
If not in love, in grief, I shall carry you forever.
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If not in love, in grief, I shall carry you forever.
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the cure to self-sabotage is to anchor yourself to the universal truth that you are worth it. you are worth the effort. you are worth the difficulty, you are worth the time, you are worth the consideration. there is never a point in your life, in time itself, that you are not worth it. return to this truth when you feel yourself slipping. do not let it go.
"And then I set on with the horrifying, almost murderous, nearly enlightening, but mostly, "I too deserve better" task of forgiving myself. "
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect."
-Anais Nin
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"In my monochrome world, you are the most colourful thing I ever saw. Navy blue."
It's been a year since.
A year ago, we had no idea how deeply weโd come to mean to each other. We were carefree, happy, and alive; watching the vast, endless sea. The pretty lights felt like whispers on the water, and the night sky stretched above us, infinite and beautiful. The cold breeze brushed against our skin, and in your embrace, I felt numinous; and no scent in the whole world could compare to yours.
Our kiss was a revelation, a symphony. Cherry on top. It felt like the stars themselves danced for us. Though in hindsight, was it the universe's applause or melancholy?
You are my love and my ache. My solace and my sin. My sanctuary and my storm. And not just this year, but for a million years, you will be my love. The moon to my stars. The endless verse in my poem that's yet not written.
1:33 AM, 18 November 2024.
There is nothing very odd about lambs disliking birds of prey, but this is no reason for holding it against large birds of prey that they carry off lambs. And when the lambs whisper among themselves, โThese birds of prey are evil, and does this not give us a right to say that whatever of the opposite of a bird of prey must be good?โ, there is nothing intrinsically wrong with such an argument- though the birds of prey will look somewhat quizzically and say, โWe have nothing against these good lambs; in fact, we love them; nothing tastes better than a tender lamb.โ
- Friedrich Nietzsche