the concept of growing into love is so much more intriguing than falling in love. it’s like, on all our good days and bad days, I will choose to love you, I will learn with you, I will live my life with you and we will grow into and with each other through the passage of time
re: that post about comments on the video of the girl who didn’t get the nose job because she realized she had her grandfather’s nose….something about looking at my face and thinking of how many faces have led up to mine, how many ancestors and relatives lived and died and gave me this face, how there could have been a girl a couple hundred years ago who looked like me walking around…..the idea of hating this face?? of feeling ugly in it??? how can i? this face was a gift!!!!
If you lost your teenage years to mental illness and/or trauma, I just want you to know that you did not “miss out on the best years of your life” and that it isn’t actually too late for you to have fun, explore yourself and grow into the person you want to be. There’s still plenty of time for all of that. I promise.
Thinking about the poems about peeling clementines for people and how Clementia is the name of a Roman goddess of forgiveness. Love as an offering; this act says “forgive me, I love you”.
‘kids these days have it easy’ thats the point thats the point thats the whole point we’re here to make it better for whoever comes after you sad selfish self absorbed puddle of wank
John Adams: “I study war and diplomacy, so that my son may study trade and commerce, so that his son may study art and music.”
