You Once Made A Promise To Yourself: If You Ever Met A Time Traveler, It Wouldn't Be A Big Deal. You’d

The gap between the life you want and the life you are living is called mindset, focus, and consistency.

Nizar Qabbani // Franz Kafka

You were spring except, no you weren’t, you were the leftover winter and the misty summer and the sweetest breeze and the saddest sigh, and the coldest night, and the bare truth incarnate. 

Sometimes, there are friends your parents will always disapprove of, (for good reasons) that life puts in your way, but you cherish all the same, even if they leave, even if they stay, even if they linger in the gaps like the brown of autumn and the spring in the day. 

And maybe I was inadequate summer, searing heat but no bite behind the pain, because really I’d always stayed far too quiet for anyone to care, and maybe she was the opposite, the vengeful winter, the fruitful summer, a forest fire in its entirety, burning down everything as it goes, but I’d always liked to think I was better because I did what they asked but maybe that wasn’t really true because id never know how to cling to things that really care; that really matter. 

Nothing of my world was left but you, and maybe if id lost you too, id go down the deep end so I clung to the only bit of you I had, the memories, the pain, the grief, the sorrow, anything, something, if not for me than for you, because you could hurt me all you like, but you still wouldn’t want me, so now I haunt even your ghost. 

There was a day; an age when you promised not to leave my side ever, and you held up to that oath like it meant more to you than your life, but I cant keep up with you no more now, you ran ahead and left me in the dark, you swore you wouldn’t ever make me your past, but a tragic story is all I am to you now, rotted flesh in an empty grave, flies and bees haunt me in your name, dusty pollen around my head like a halo, I suppose I was only ever a moment in time that you couldn’t really savour. 

i am back, children

“The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.” — Vladimir Nabokov

I want someone who admires me with the same intensity as they admire the moon and the stars.

“Change is hardest at the beginning, messiest in the middle and best at the end.”

— Robin S. Sharma

Look at this. This is what I need to show to every adult in my life every time they ask why.

“you do not need to explain your decisions to anybody if you don’t feel comfortable doing so”

— Unknown