You’re always in my head. You’re just what I wanted. I live in constant debt. To feel you, invented.
And darling, you should know that I have fantasies about being alone. It’s like love is a lesson, that I can’t learn. I make the same mistakes at each familiar turn.
I’ve been with people and shared beautiful moments like traveling or staying up all night and watching the sunrise. And I knew those were special moments. But something was always wrong. I wished I’d been with someone else.
May you do the things you want to and always remember what it felt like when you were doing them.
There are no real beginnings and endings; instead, everything is continuous and ongoing. There are so many things in our lives that are indefinite. Finding love and companionship certainly fit into that category. (x)
Nothing happens until something moves.
Julie left. I sat up and wrote a twelve-page suicide letter, explaining how I had done everything I cared to do - loved, watched some sunsets, screwed to my heart’s content, seen Willie Nelson live - and there wasn’t any more reason to put up with all the bad for the little bit of good I might blunder into later. The letter rambled. I read it years afterward, and I’m glad I didn’t die because it was a sorry piece of writing to leave for a legacy.
But Colette was worth the trouble. I might hold her for a day or six years - I can’t comprehend longer than that. However long Colette stayed, having her would be worth losing her.
The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.
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Let The Great World Spin, Colum McCann (via wrists)
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This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
Even after the entire world has taken me apart, there’s still a part of me left for you.
It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn’t know inside me.