Snow Train, Brocken Mountain, Germany.
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day 1: favorite book/series; the fault in our stars by john green
“There will come a time, when all of us are dead, all of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed, or that our species ever did anything. There won’t be anyone left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten, and all of this, will have been for nothing. Maybe that time is coming soon or maybe it’s millions of years away but even if we survive the collapse of our sun we will not survive the collapse of the universe. There was time before organism’s experienced consciousness and there will be time after. If the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
You’ve left a hole
the size of the sky
in the chair across the table
in the chasm of the closet
your shoes hold the shape
of every step we took
through the seven rooms
of a world with no language
but that of moving
on macadam and the miles
of velvet earth before rainfall
between rows of corn
and up the curving drive
until they landed beside
the bed a black hole
you disappeared through
as I look for a sign
of you slivered with stars
your body without borders
nowhere and everywhere
in the wind moving through trees
on its way down the hall
to the back of my neck
in the chill you still send through me
and so I slip into the deep
abyss of your shoes
standing where you were last
pointing in two directions
trusting the way forward
is also the way back
—Wyatt Townley, “Abyss”
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The Mirror Has Two Faces (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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He was my lover. It’s quite simple, but really it isn’t. And I know that’s confusing. A lot about this will be confusing. To be perfectly honest I’m leaving you in the dark about a lot of this. And I don’t plan on telling you about this the night of our wedding, or the week before, or 5 years before our wedding or even at our 50 year wedding anniversary. I would rather just not tell you. Maybe one day you’ll come to understand the circumstances. After all you’ll meet him. He just won’t be introduced that way. Quite differently in fact. You’re observant, and I know I can be obvious. So over the years, when you see us together talking at Christmas dinners, when I invite him to our wedding and he invites me to his. Possibly even when he comes to my funeral.
My secret has gathered dust now. It is old and treasured carefully. People know of it, they do not speak of it and will not. One day perhaps you will have your own treasured secrets that despite everything you cannot tell me. And you will understand.
I can tell you this. About a year ago I felt something for him, strangely like I feel for you today. Each love is quite different, no two love affairs the same. You touch differently, kiss differently, say I love you differently. I was ready, exactly like I am for you, to turn on everything. My life that I’d planned for myself, my family, I’d even turned away from friends.
And I thank god you haven’t asked me to do this. You’ve accepted every family member with open arms and good conversations. Because that’s who you are, and our relationship is normal. I rejoice at the fact that each of my family members and friends seems to accept you just as well. (I worry they might even like you more, but I would be fine with that. I completely understand.)
I worry about things. Old feelings tugging at my heart strings like they always do. Once you love someone you can never stop.
Just know I chose you a long time ago.
Stephen Fry (via spinals)
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I can live without you.
And if this isn’t already, then it soon will be just a beautifully fabricated lie.
