You’re young and boundless.
you were coherent yet drunk under the orange glow of the street lamp, but for that moment when he touched you like he cared, you felt so sad because you realized that things were changing again. things that feel so settled cannot be trusted. they always tend to rustle up and disappear, like the stale, brown leaves of yesteryear in the spring.
let us pray for change. for what is left for us among the wreckage but this sweet thing we have made?
when i was a young child, the only thing i wanted was to grow up. now it’s the last thing i want, and the only thing i’m getting. it terrifies me.
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i’m drawn to lost puppy dogs.
boys that learn with their hearts only,
reasoning and intelligence mistrusted.
i like the good boys,
because they’re secretly so bad,
but i really like the bad boys,
because they’re secretly so good.
i drink my vodka straight-shooters, straight-shittered,
like the stupid, seventeen year old girl i shouldn’t be,
but i drink my gin with tonic,
memories of new york nights pulsing through my burning tongue and sloppy throat.
i like the night,
because it’s now no different from the day
and because i can sing, paint, write and draw, blanketed in the black
and no one will know.
i love a long drag on a marlboro
when the smoke pulls so smoothly.
if the silky air were a nut,
it would be almond or hazel.
You’re so scared of making connections, but you don’t have to be. That’s what this is all about. It’s beautiful to be scared; it makes you real and multifaceted, but be very conscious of what you’re afraid of. It becomes ugly if you ignore what makes you tick. Maybe put on a brave face, try some new things, break boundaries. Don’t hurt others, but hurt yourself a little every now and then. You’ll gain perspective if you test your limits.
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When I look at you, I see confident uncertainty. You are beautiful in the sense that you have no idea what the fuck is going on, all the time. This is not a tragedy, I know it really sounds tragic, but believe me, it’s not. There is so much we don’t need to know, so much we shouldn’t know. Ignorance is truly bliss, and I’m so jealous that you were chosen to be one of those people born ignorant. You are self-absorbed and everything is easier for you because of it. Dying will be gentler, you won’t feel it as much when it walks with you, sleeps next to you, eats breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. Love will be nicer to you. You won’t be as maimed when it continuously takes from you and wastes your time. Loss will be more like winning,
and you will see no difference between the night and the day.
“This pain, this dying, this is normal. This is how life is. In fact, I realize, there never was an earthquake. Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.”
- Miranda July
