Finally, some good advice from Cosmo
People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.
Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes (via sorakeem)
Remember that night we flew crashing through your window? Lying on your bedroom floor, covered in glass, you turned to me and laughed, this is only for the night, but you knew that right? I was laughing so hard that I could only say yes, yes, yes. Yes. But the next morning I was sick off of your dead name and throwing up the remaining pieces of your window pane. Do you remember that? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t. I locked you out of the room and told you to come back in a few hours, when everything wasn’t such a mess. Yes like: yes, I do not care how you treat me, go right ahead and run that shard across my throat. Yes, it’s fine, I don’t mind the blood. Why not? Yes. Yes. Yes, like, yes I am going to think about this for some time. Yes like, of course it hurts, why wouldn’t it hurt? Yes, like, why the hell didn’t I say no? But words never seem too heavy until they’ve already been said.
Yes, Yes, Yes | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.
The taco place at the the strip mall of disappointment.