bruh, you’re something else.
Sometimes, social media gets the best of me and I wind up over posting, over sharing, and virtually over begging the universe to not forget me.
But I don’t regret it.
I’m lucky enough to be able to look back and scroll through pieces of my life like reconstructed mosaic art and remember some of my most royally precious memories.
It is not hard to say and to sincerely mean that everything that is bad feels like specks of floating dust among the breadth of all that is good. And dear universe, I have lived such a good, good life so far.
I am so thankful.
Thank you for loving me. I’m doing my best to make it up to you.
Crime Scenes & Left Over Love Affairs | Yasmin & Ramna (via inkywings)
I am constantly rewriting the chapter that you are the main character of. Some days, it is a cosmically projected love story and others, it is a long drawn out tragedy.
For some reason, both versions of the story remain equally honest.
I’m still trying to figure out if you are the hero or the villain of the journey. I’m still trying to figure out how it ends. Part of me thinks that it never will. How do you end a chapter of so many unspoken words?
I write about a girl who sank into something so unknown - too fast - and how sometimes it feels like she is still sinking deeper - like her ankles are tied to an unforgiving, rusting anchor. I write about a boy who tried to swim through quicksand and how he is still finding mud in his boots - like finding lost change in your pocket at times when you really don’t need it. In those cases, anchors and change are just so, so heavy.
Nowadays, I think of you with a lot less intention and a lot less grief. I think of you without this dire urge to start another royal battle to win your heart over.
Nevertheless, I am still always, always thinking of you.
Every time I go through old pictures and get sent into a whirlwind those endless and indelible memories, I’m also reminded that I’ve lived such a good, good life.
I am so thankful.
Ocean Vuong, “Untitled (Blue, Green, & Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952,” published in Triquarterly (via lipfused)