#fuck I Want This With My Girlfriend

when elena ferrante said “there are people who leave and people who know how to be left” and when richard siken said “someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.” and when sally rooney wrote “if i told you where my car is right now, i don’t think i’d be able to leave, i think i would have to stay here just in case you changed your mind about everything” and when mikko harvey said “the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”and when karese burrows wrote “i have never seen a door that doesn’t look like you leaving. look at me writing this poem. even here i don’t mean anything i say. except that I still want you. that whatever is in me still loves you deeply. it is a light i can’t turn off. i clap my hands and nothing happens.” and when margarita karapanou said “i never expected you to actually finish anything. you were always leaving. i always picture you with a suitcase in your hand.”

April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn’t talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

I know this is super mundane but I can’t wait to hold my girlfriends hand. I haven’t held anyone’s hand since I was a kid unless I was super stressed but like just existing and holding hands. Walking down the street hand in hand, sitting in a cafe with our hands entwined on top of the table, holding hands over the center console in the car. Just holding hands and existing together is so fantastic to me

Can we just take a moment to appreciate that Conan Gray is really out here writing music about having good friends and a painful yet mostly made up romantic life ‘cause there is nothing more valid. 

CATS IN ART / sketches from life by shen zhou (ca. 1427–1509) / relaxation (al istirkha’) by inji efflatoun (c. 1950s) / the cat talked by midori yamada (2011) / cats on a red cloth by franz marc (c. 1909–10) / sarcophagus of prince thutmose’s cat (ca. 1400 BCE) / contentment by henriette ronner-knip (1900) / sleeping cat by claude monet (1896) / mademoiselle julie manet with cat by auguste renoir (1887) / tomb of may (ca. 1500 BCE)

The chalk scene, I know it has been talked into the ground already, but I just want to talk about one aspect that has been on my mind. A great thing about this moment is that Yuki is also providing Machi with a good way to deal with her impulses. Before this, at the start of the episode and in previous moments, we’ve seen Machi totally destroy a whole box of chalk or a classroom.

But here, Yuki just breaks one piece of chalk in half, and it is enough for Machi to calm down. We some other examples of this as well. I saw another post pointing out how Yuki “Machi-ified” her room for her (he didn’t fix the broken window, just put some tape over it, he put her books in an disorganized - organized fashion, etc.). So, by doing small things like this, Yuki provides Machi with examples of how she can manage her impulses without having to go to the extreme of totally destroying something. That way, she can manage her impluses on her own, without Yuki *needing* to be there to help her. Because of little things like this, Machi can now help herself.

I just love that. <3

I crave warmth everywhere. In the morning sun or in sunsets or in music, art, places, just warm energy. When people recommend you songs or movies or tell you how much you mean to them, when people say I love you out of the blue, or a smile from random strangers, people going on walks with you or a picnic date with friends, when somebody talks about the person they love or the times when you are laughing uncontrollably with a group of people you love, I crave that warmth.

one day ❁

"She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment."

- We Are Okay, Nina Lacour