'but when we start to orbit too long in memory, when the ache becomes a religion, a ritual, a requirement, we stop living the life that’s happening.' -so good
‘ i peel it all back, what's left? a quiet room. my own breath. the sound of wind rustling against the windows. is that enough?’ — I personally feel like I’ll spend a lifetime learning to make it enough, learning to constantly return to where my feet are. ❤️🩹 such a moving read ah.
Your words resonated deeply with me - “maybe the echoes are what hold me up”. I’ve felt the same. Really appreciated this - happy June to you and all who read this.
'but when we start to orbit too long in memory, when the ache becomes a religion, a ritual, a requirement, we stop living the life that’s happening.' -so good
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🖤 “sometimes, a goodbye tastes like silence. like licking the inside of your cheek after you’ve chewed it raw from holding back words.”
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This is so beautifully written. It's the kind of writing that is so real and deeply felt that it requires multiple reads. I absolutely love it!
ah, thank you so much
beautiful
i love the way you wrote it,
how every feelings seems “reachable” thanks to the images you associate them with
beautiful,
keep writing and hope june treats you kindly 💐
So beautifully written. Your words are a gift.
stop making me cry at work
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‘ i peel it all back, what's left? a quiet room. my own breath. the sound of wind rustling against the windows. is that enough?’ — I personally feel like I’ll spend a lifetime learning to make it enough, learning to constantly return to where my feet are. ❤️🩹 such a moving read ah.
Your words resonated deeply with me - “maybe the echoes are what hold me up”. I’ve felt the same. Really appreciated this - happy June to you and all who read this.
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Wow your writing is beautiful
padh liya, ab bolo 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹