and this isn't coherent at all but im just thinking about. well aira died. for like 10 minutes she was dead. you see this child who's seen death at such a young age, you see her growing up, trying to make her mom proud, trying to be the perfect girl, and then she dies. and when she comes back there's another story like hers but on the opposite side, the weary adult side, a mirror to hers but distorted. it isn't her mom, it will never be, and all the memories of her are hazy and bright and these new memories of a life that isn't hers but could have been in some other life, these memories are dark and sharp and sting, and she's never going to see her mom again. or maybe she did, a brief glimpse in the darkness when her heart stopped beating. and that has to be enough. so she does what she has always done. she loves. and she remembers.
@robertzombie/right where you left me - taylor swift/unknown/unknown/unknown/stoned at the nail salon - lorde/@firstfullmoon/changes - cam/langston hughes/unknown/unknown/right where you left me - taylor swift/@nobodysflower
sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.]
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
Starting out really bad while creating something is so fucking liberating, yea I can be shit in 10 more ways.
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"love didn't change anything but it matters that it was there" this "love saved the narrative" that. wrong. love doomed the fucking narrative these people crawled out of the dirt where the love they had for each other buried them with blood in their mouth that wasn't theirs