Latest Posts by ifigethighenough - Page 5
Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning
"Point of Crossing I" by Rozanne Hermelyn Di Silvestro.
do you still remember?
― Ovid, Metamorphoses
May 30, 2024 7:42PM
Well Loved
I am learning to like my books
“Well loved”
I used to think a book was sacred
Don’t hurt the pages,
Don’t mark them
Don’t leave a book mark in them too long
You’ll damage them
But these stories become a part of you
You yourself, are marked
The pages of your story is dog eared
And jagged
“Damaged”
The book marks of your past left in too long
So you can always flip back to that page you once read
And remember
How you felt, what you saw, what you heard
Books are little lives you have
A separate story you get to be part of
Aside from your own
An escape
Books bleed, booring love
longing,
devastation in their pages
You have felt these things too
Your life is lived in
Well worn,
Well loved,
I still do not dog ear my pages, that’s what book marks are for
But I will write little notes in the margins
And underline those important things that are said
I’ll make sure to highlight something that means something to me
Because isn’t that what I once did?
With my own memories
My own heart is bookmarked
My own story, written in and adorned
The pages of my book not yet finished and yet still worn from me rereading the same passages over
And over
And over
Your life might be “damaged”, pages torn out, water marks from tears you once shed, spine bent from long days of use.
But you, much like a good book, are just a well read story, from cover to cover
Just, well loved.
Art by Justine Thibault
May 26, 2024 6:36 PM
That is all there is.
“Don’t ever do that to me”
My sister said,
After we learned of a close friend,
A suicide
That is all there is.
The love a sister, who has never had her heart broken, and it will not start with you.
The love a friend, who speaks kindly of you when you’re not there
The love of a mother, who gives everything to you and asks nothing in return.
The love of a father, who tries to do what he can, in his time that he has with you.
They all have a piece of you.
That is all there is.
“Don’t leave me in this world alone”
“Don’t leave without me”
“Don’t leave me”
Don’t leave.
That is all there is.
Glimmerati, Claudia Keep
advice
one day I’ll be in a pool of sunlight so engrossed in a book I forget my phone exists and it will fix me
If I could give you the moon, then I’d give you the moon.
There’s so many different kinds of love, I’ve only ever known two
There’s love that’s developed over time. You meet someone platonically/romantically/family, you began to know them for all their faults and strengths. You’re with them through some of the worst things a person can experience. You know them. To be known is to be loved, I believe that’s where that saying comes from. Because the most common love in the world is developed love, nurtured love, love that takes work but is more than worth it. It can change over time and its all around us
So of course to be known is to be loved.
There’s the other kind
To meet someone and have your soul leap of your chest just to finally reach theirs after a lifetime apart
The first sight of them is forever imprinted in your minds eye
Your first conversation plays out in your dreams
There’s a warmth that fills your entire body when you touch, tingling in your hand when it accidentally brushes theirs
When their lips finally meet yours, it’s like a lightning bolt shoots from your chest to the tips of your fingers and toes
That love never leaves you, whether you know them for a moment or the rest of your life. You’ve tasted it and will never be rid of its light
It fills the room when you’re together
No matter the amount times, the electricity accompanies every kiss and touch
After a while you’ve learned everything you could about them, all there hopes, loves, passions, faults, you listened to the stories of moments that shaped them. You’ve absorbed every word they ever spoke your way. But you’ve always known each other
Your souls have found one another in every lifetime
No love had to develop, it was there already
If there should ever be a time when this person and you are apart, they never leave you, but a feeling roots itself in your core. Less than whole, is the only way I can describe it.
You see them in every beautiful thing, you hear them in music, feel them in the joy of life and long for them in the devastation of it
This love is true
It’s love at first sight
It’s beautiful and devastating and the best joy you’ll every know
It never changes, never leaves, always surrounds you
5/21/24 9:35pm
I’ve just heard it. I’ll play it for you when the time is right, but if I haven’t been able to vocalize how I feel about you enough, this will
5/20/24 10:39
stop freaking out about getting old and start planning out what kind of old person you're gonna be
Something I’ve found myself doing is playing out scenarios of talking to you, mostly in my head, sometimes just straight out loud. It brings me such joy, I can’t imagine what the real thing will feel like
5/20/2024 5:49pm
I keep telling myself it’ll be fine if you don’t want anything, that you’ll just want to be friends or maybe not even that. Just getting to know how you are would be more than I could’ve ever asked for.
5/19/24 10:06pm
It’s getting closer
I can feel it in my heart
Soon we’ll see each other again
I’m sorry for the wait
5/19/24 12:38am
franz kafka i love you
Grietje Postma (b.1961) - Untitled. 2012. Woodcut.
Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"
Your comfort shows became my comfort shows
At first I just felt close to you
But then I saw bits of you in them
Specifically Lorelai
And I watched every moment until I knew it by heart
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words by @starpeace
There’s years of time between the words you left me
And the request you sent
My soul screamed when I saw it
A day hasn’t passed where she doesn’t miss you
who up experiencing emotions they can talk to no one about
