#trmojas
Tag: trmojas
When relationships are ended simply over distance, or miscommunication, or petty arguments, you begin to realize, love doesn’t always conquer all. Life happens, and that’s what conquers all.
kenleegrace1229 (via wnq-writers)
Sometimes people walk away from love because it is so beautiful that it terrifies them. Sometimes they leave because the connection shines a bright light on their dark places and they are not ready to work them through. Sometimes they run away because they are not developmentally prepared to merge with another – they have more individuation work to do first. Sometimes they take off because love is not a priority in their lives – they have another path and purpose to walk first. Sometimes they end it because they prefer a relationship that is more practical than conscious, one that does not threaten the ways that they organize reality. Because so many of us carry shame, we have a tendency to personalize love’s leavings, triggered by the rejection and feelings of abandonment. But this is not always true. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us. Sometimes the one who leaves is just not ready to hold it safe. Sometimes they know something we don’t – they know their limits at that moment in time. Real love is no easy path – readiness is everything. May we grieve loss without personalizing it. May we learn to love ourselves in the absence of the lover.
Jeff Brown (via themindmovement)
at work today someone was like “oh I’ll have a tall dark and a short blonde” and i was like oh trmojasdksjdfnsdjfnsdfjk
the last part is me being violently killed
if I had the power to let the universe know that I love you, i’d whisper in your ear, because you are every star, every comet, every constellation, every asteroid, every halo on the planets, every moon, & every galaxy that makes up the entire world
Sometimes I think the only thing real between us is the distance. Look at a road map and the streets and the miles in the corner. There’s a number that sits between our hands. Math is concrete and real and if you ask a kid what 2+2 is, they know the answer is four. Ask them what a heart plus a heart is and they don’t know the answer is sometimes war.
So I check my maps and my routes and all of them say 14 hours and 39 minutes to you. I look at the horizon and all it says is look how far you are. Lift your hand. Cover the sun. It’s perspective. Just because a thing feels close doesn’t mean it is. Just because a star is bright doesn’t mean it isn’t dead.
Look at my maps, my routes and my roads. Look at my hands, my heart, my eyes.
Look at the horizon.
Somewhere, somewhere, I’m looking back at you.
thisremindsmeofjohnandsherlock:
#this reminds me of john and sherlock
In one timeline we kiss but the stars don’t come down. In another you set a world on fire for me but I perish in the flames. Another and we’re strangers on a busy street, brushing by close enough to send each other reeling off balance but not stopping. Somewhere there’s a final space where your hand on my face is the punchy climax to an epic saga, where the way our mouths meet takes the breath right out of people’s throats. One universe has us right, of all the millions stacked on millions. So it’s not this one. I can live with that. The world is full of wonders and a hundred years ago the moon was too much to dream of touching. Look how far we’ve come. Turn over your shoulder and just look. Maybe we’ll come across each other at the turning of the century, racing across the breaches between worlds. I’ll build my life on that maybe.
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