Book Worm Love
“And the one June night you scribble the ex’s name and: the half life of love is forever. You bust out a couple more things. Then you put your head down.
The next day you look at the new pages. For once you don’t want to burn them or give up writing forever. It’s a start, you say to the room.

That’s about it. In the months that follow you bend to the work, because it feels like hope, like grace - and because you know in your lying cheater’s heart that sometimes a start is all we ever get.”
— Junot Díaz -This Is How You Lose Her
Book Worm Love
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1. When he starts distancing himself from you, do not restring bridges with your own sinew. You will find yourself two months later coming unraveled, coming undone. You will find he has left you in the places he has visited and in the hair of the girls he has imagined kissing. You will find yourself splatterpainted on the walls where while drunk he confessed all of your secrets to his college friends. You will be crying on the floor, surrounded by the parts of you he has stepped on, and he will look you in the eyes and ask you to clean up the mess.

2. When she cannot get through the words “I love you” without her eyes flicking to the side or her tongue slurring or her mouth pressing in at the edges: do not assume it is your fault. Do not think that you have yet again pushed away someone amazing. You have not. Sometimes people knock on their bones and find themselves hollow. You were the only way they felt momentarily whole, do not empty yourself to fill up their soul. Do not shatter into pieces trying to perfect yourself. You do not need to be glass to turn light into rainbows. You are a person, not their prism.

3. Do not let them hold you against their body if you know they do not cherish every second they are in contact with your skin. I know it feels as if you are breaking your own spine, but tear yourself away from them. Know that the something beautiful you had was already fading. Know that in the end you did the only thing you could. Sometimes people grow apart. Even trees do it.

4. Cry. Want them back.

5. Cry. Do not take them back.

6. In the following months, you will rediscover what it means to be alone. You will sit and stare at a ceiling and hate yourself and hate the world and cry about everything because everything hurts. You will wonder if it could have gotten better if you’d just been a little different, if the timing had worked out, if if if. Do not worry about this. Nothing would have changed the reality that the person you were in love with had stopped loving you somewhere along the line, whether it was in the middle of a conversation or while driving under a bridge or when they made eye contact with someone new and wonderful. It doesn’t matter. Stop wasting your time on them. You don’t need to stop your story just because they are no longer a main character. Do not take back what has already poisoned you. Instead start healing and start healing soon.

7. Take yourself back. Bring out the mop, the broom, the magic wand. Glue where needs to be glued, put up new paint, turn off the lights in places that are too hot to touch. Touch your toes. Touch your hair. Touch a dog. Touch the grass, touch the telephone, do not call him. Touch base with your mom. Touch another person with no love in your heart, touch another person and mean every second of it. Believe in yourself even if you don’t believe in love. It’s okay. There is nothing wrong with being alone. You are the best company you’ll ever know. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay and none of this was ever your fault. Sometimes people just fall out of love. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ll one day discover you didn’t need them anyway.

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How To Stop Loving Someone That Doesn’t Love You,Raquel I.D. (via vixenelle)
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ok but I just really love the names they give them
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I’m giggling it’s like a team of ragtag misfit superheroes

I love the sometimes absolutely ugly but completely tasty produce that comes out of my garden.


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ok but I just really love the names they give them
"The Ridiculous Potato"
"The Unfortunate Clementine"
I’m giggling it’s like a team of ragtag misfit superheroes

I love the sometimes absolutely ugly but completely tasty produce that comes out of my garden.


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ok but I just really love the names they give them
"The Ridiculous Potato"
"The Unfortunate Clementine"
I’m giggling it’s like a team of ragtag misfit superheroes

I love the sometimes absolutely ugly but completely tasty produce that comes out of my garden.


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ok but I just really love the names they give them
"The Ridiculous Potato"
"The Unfortunate Clementine"
I’m giggling it’s like a team of ragtag misfit superheroes

I love the sometimes absolutely ugly but completely tasty produce that comes out of my garden.


This is fairly important.
suicabear:

thegreenwolf:


bryxhearsxmusic:

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ok but I just really love the names they give them
"The Ridiculous Potato"
"The Unfortunate Clementine"
I’m giggling it’s like a team of ragtag misfit superheroes

I love the sometimes absolutely ugly but completely tasty produce that comes out of my garden.


This is fairly important.
suicabear:

thegreenwolf:


bryxhearsxmusic:

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ok but I just really love the names they give them
"The Ridiculous Potato"
"The Unfortunate Clementine"
I’m giggling it’s like a team of ragtag misfit superheroes

I love the sometimes absolutely ugly but completely tasty produce that comes out of my garden.


This is fairly important.
suicabear:

thegreenwolf:


bryxhearsxmusic:

sizvideos:

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ok but I just really love the names they give them
"The Ridiculous Potato"
"The Unfortunate Clementine"
I’m giggling it’s like a team of ragtag misfit superheroes

I love the sometimes absolutely ugly but completely tasty produce that comes out of my garden.


This is fairly important.
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"Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand. “You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.” Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a fucking masterpiece."
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Adéle Exarchopoulos in Premiére Magazine, January 2014
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“Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.”

“The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.”

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