Young Adult Vs. New Adult

If you see this on your dash, it’s too late

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Buck: *grinning through his clenched teeth* In all of LA we end up at the same restaurant at the same time?

Eddie: *closes find my friends app on his phone* What a coincidence!!!

Three exclamations because we all heard how loud Eddie was talking in that small restaurant

-Waiting-

Didn’t I told you to wait? yes, wait patiently. You don’t have to be perfect, you can’t be but be patient with yourself.

I have seen how things changes so quickly each passing day. It’s like in a moment, I watched this kid walking in front of me and after a few blinks an old man passed away. The world is a place of constant change, nothing stays the same.

Of course, eventually some thought there are things that until now they haven’t had any changes over the passing of time but some changes doesn’t have to be obvious. They just happen even before we notice them.

So to you my friend, dear heart, dear self, be patient. Your season is not yet here, summer may burn your skin or change the color of your eyes.

Maybe, those storms has hardened your heart but soon when even a leaf won’t fall from the tree, right when you’re about to close your eyes, you’ll be quickened and all you have to do is take a step forward because finally, you discover your purpose.

Everything will fall into place and all you have to do is follow where light & love leads you. But for now, stay objective, keep trying, believe, pray, do what’s necessary, just don’t compromise. You’ll get there, satisfied, healed, loved, fulfilled, mattered and accomplished. Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll finish well.

//Me To You//

Df.

When a plot twist is so cleverly done that you just close your book and stare at the wall for a while.

sigh…

I don’t know what they did to my man

But thank you

poetic beauty

the poetic beauty  i believe in  is a  writer’s naked voice describing the world in the only possible way, originality,  emptying  the one  brain like popcorn on the stove,  bubbling up,  rising  into the clouds through a skylight,  into the stars like the  eyes of a child,  into the unending night  and back again to a toaster,  to a  lightswitch,  to a  fan you  keep on for more than air, 

it’s the  greatest thing  we ever made,   and someday we’ll unmake  it,  with a look,  we’ll say:  jesus,  do you  remember  when language made us mad, crazy, gone like a bat in the daytime?

yes yes yes we remember, 

they were  disastrous,   letters, words, lines were a plague disguised,  they were poison in  the cake,  tsk tsk tsk no, 

it’ll be a great act,  we’ll shame ourselves,  the old us,  

but when  nobody’s watching, in bed when the outlights are on and  the inlights are off, 

we’ll  pull a book of poetry  from under the  pillow, 

we’ll finger the soft pages and  our eyes will glow  like burning diamonds,   the words the words the words will dance like peacocks,  irresisitble in the  hopeless expanse,  the hopeful warmth of a blanket,  tomorrow,  there’s that, and  yesterday  too,  but the  words have both  by the legs, 

the words in your head are killers,  are lovers,  are  the flight of a  flightless creature tasting the sky. 

when faced with the decision to write a poem or not write a poem,  i’m not sure how to  justify the  latter. 

Therapists are just…. Common sense filters

when talking about fleabag, we all talk about "I love you"/" it'll pass" but what we don't talk about maybe cause it's implied, maybe cause just quoting this encapsulates the feeling but listen,

the lines go fleabag saying "I love you" and the hot priest says "it'll pass" and THEN HE SAYS "i love you too"

idk if you have to name it to know it, but the fact that he confesses his love for her, the fact that he chose God, the fact that despite right person-wrong time or maybe wrong person-right time, despite all that, it'll pass. The love wasn't unrequited but the choice was. the subsequent grief, heartbreak, it'll pass

this is just earth-shattering, cause the only person that truly saw her, loved her for what she was, didn't choose her, and no matter what it'll pass. as if the greatest heartbreak of life is that it keeps moving on and you have to move on with it POETIC CINEMA