But is waiting forever
*aggressively cares about you but doesn’t want to be clingy about it*
I was never safe, even when I was most hidden.
Even then I was waiting.
me: **throws up bc I had food poisoning**
my dad: it’s because you walk barefoot on the tile
I sat in the dark, in the living room.
I was thinking, naturally, about time.
I remember how, in almost the same instant,
my heart would leap up exultant and collapse
in desolate anguish. The leaping up—the half I didn’t count—
that was happiness; that is what the word meant.
Beauty and The Beast
The more Odysseus languished, the more he forgot. For nostalgia does not heighten memory’s activity, it does not awaken recollection; it suffices unto itself, unto its own feelings, so fully absorbed is it by its suffering and nothing else.
lady fern for christine of coral vintage!