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i've come to realize there are only two kinds of tragedies: preventable and inevitable. preventable tragedies are the kind where everything could have maybe worked out if only. if only romeo had gotten the second letter. if only juliet had woken up earlier. if only creon had changed his mind about antigone sooner. if only orpheus hadn't turned around.

inevitable tragedies are the kind where everything was always going to end terribly. of course macbeth gets deposed, he murdered his way to the throne. of course oedipus goes mad, he married his own mother. of course achilles dies in the war, he had to fulfill the prophecy in order to avenge his lover.

both kinds have their merits. the first is more emotionally impactful, letting the audience cling to hope until the very end, when it's snatched away all at once leaving nothing but a void. the second is more thematically resonant, tracking an inherent fatal flaw in its hero to a natural and understandable conclusion, making it abundantly clear why everything has to happen the way it does.

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Every time I wrote your name, I lied.

Every time I wrote your name, it was the truth.

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the universe and whatever supreme entity or force that exists—be it a god or destiny—knew they were onto something that one evening when shion and ethan met on omegle.

they knew how their cards would play once they laid them down. they knew how the world would look up as they aligned the stars in amazement—awestruck at how something so celestial can be perceived from earth. they knew how the music would sound so heavenly once they finished composing the piece, each note enchantingly following the other in a graceful dance of serendipity.

all that was left was for shion and ethan to roll their dice and decide for themselves which road to go down to.

the universe set up the scene, and all that was left for the actors to play out onstage. the space was carved out for them, and it was up to them on how they would fill it up with their beings. something greater than us laid down a blank canvas and gave them paint, leaving it all up to them to color the canvas however they like.

and what a beautiful image they created.

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henry james lopez and ada limón's “love is impossible and it goes on despite the impossible. you're the muscle i cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants.”

“love is impossible” is something hard realists would say. it's the pillar that extremists hold on to, be it that they've never experienced love or that they've known a kind of love that is irreplaceable. “love is impossible and it goes on despite the impossible.”

interesting how, instead of the “but” conjunction, limón uses “and” paired with “despite.” it goes to show that it can be true in both ways; love can be impossible on one hand, and still persist or even morph into something that wrings out the impossible and submerges it into could-bes, would-bes, and must-bes. to love despite all the odds stacked up right in front of you.

“you're the muscle i cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants.”

thus, despite the impossible, with the knowledge that it still goes on, love yearns. like how the bone has always known the muscle, love has always had the strength to persevere. like how the bone has grown in and is surrounded by the warmth and company of the muscle, love has always seen the light of hope and tasted the sweetness of surrender.

“you're the muscle i cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants.”

like how the bone still remembers the muscle despite its absence, love still endures the long winter despite the harsh temperature and severe hunger for spring. like how the bone has always existed with the muscle and continues to keep its memory in its marrow, henry james continues to remember and yearn and hold and love — because that's what he has known his whole life.

(posted this first on twitter. just had to save it here.)

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it's HIM

“Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”

— thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w

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Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[Text ID: “I was stalking love, trapping love, losing love, longing for love…”]

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when i miss you, it might sometimes seem like a gentle knock on the door. other days it’s like the door is about to slam open and rip off the bolts in the process. some days, missing you brings waves of sorrow, while other days, it's only a simple nod of appreciation and a small smile of longing. but no matter how light or how heavy it is, the missing you is always there. it's a part of who i am, and i've learned to live with it. to ignore it would simply make me into someone i am not. that constant is no longer a bad thing in my opinion. i have a kind of love that is unconditional. i adore myself in this way. beyond their farewells, everyone i've ever loved is still alive in me. i adore you in a manner that you, my love, will always hold a special corner of my heart with a reserved sign under your name. the space, only a couple of inches wider than anyone who will inhabit my heart after you.

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reasons for staying, ocean vuong / 'the ascension', sufjan stevens / the sparrow, mary doria russell

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sometimes friendships just end. doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt

@draoi-aerach​ \ fredrik backman us against you (via @wherepoetsdie​) \ in the mood for love (2000) dir. wong kar-wai \ charles lamb the old familiar faces \ musubu hagi \ claire schwartz poetry rx: i loved my friend \ langston hughes poem \ @avainblue​ in this post

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i wonder if desire sits so ugly on everyone else

Amal El-Mohtar // Sarah Hartslief // Alia El-Bermani //  CJ Hauser //  Jack Vettriano // S. K. Osborn // Anaïs Nin // Karl Bryullov //  Sarah Kane // Neck Deep //  Vincent Giarrano //  @kvetchkween

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it's him

"I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood."

– Melissa Cox

"I'm homesick all the time," she said, still not looking at him "I just don't know where home is."

– Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon

"I want to go home, but I don't know where it is."

– Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game

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hey! i hope you're having a lovely day! i was wondering if you could do a weave on love compared to weather? like thunderstorms or sunshine etc. or just stormy weather as a joyful thing :)

Pema Chödrön

John Muir, ‘Mountain Thoughts’, published in John of the Mountains by Linnie Marsh Wolfe

Robert Frost, A Line-Storm Song

Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye, An Origin Story

Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

Sapardi Djoko Damono, ‘Aku Ingin/I Want’ from Before Dawn (trans. John H. McGlynn)

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

E. E. Cummings, i carry your heart with me

Alice Hoffman, Here On Earth

Edwin Morgan, Valentine Weather

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tell me where to put this love. tell me where i shall bleed. you told me you don't want it; shall i put it in the lost and found? tell me where to put all these good feelings in. tell me where i shall hide. you told me i could keep it, but why for? shall i put them in a box and lock them away in the attic? tell me where to put my misplaced smiles and happy tears. tell me where i shall cry. you told me i don't have to do all these for you; tell me, then, to whom shall i do it for?

(it'll always be you, no matter what. you love another, he loves you, and i do, too.)

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“Nothing hurts! Nothing hurts! “Nothing hurts!” […] “Except for— Re…mem… ber …ng. Re…member…ing. Remembering.””

— Yelena Moskovich, The Natashas

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why do you still have your ropes around my hands?

hieu minh nguyen / sarah lewarn / lia kimura / isabel emrich / taylor swift / phoebe bridgers / rnn90 after mark rubenstein / penelope douglas / katie maria / jakun kujawa via @nailone on dA / rainer maria rilke / kate elizabeth russell / ale casanova / sylvia plath