November, Often Overshadowed By The Charm Of October And The Magic Of December, Holds A Quiet Beauty

this is going to sound like such a little sibling ass take but i genuinely believe that being a little bit annoying is actually a greater sign of maturity and self awareness than being universally likeable and on good terms with everyone

Whenever someone asks me how I'm feeling, how old I am or what I like to do in my free time, I feel like an alien who took over some random human's body and now has to prove that they are, in fact, that human.

antigone was right

Love stains the heart

Always will

The way a water line leaves its mark on a boat

Try how you might to forget and move on

You may pull your vessel to dry land

The memories always remain

Wow

I think it was put 10 million years ago just for cats

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I've seen this before, but it's been years and it just came across my Twitter in its dying days. The words are from a favorite author of mine, Maggie Stiefvater, and they are the words I most need to hear when it comes to dealing with chronic pain and illness. I didn't need this the first time I saw it, six years ago. I need it now. Maybe you do, too.

The heart is the only type of muscle with zero fuel reserves. It is totally dependent on its fuel supply. Cut its fuel supply off and it won't last long, but it will beat tirelessly and relentlessly as long as it has fuel. It makes me wonder if we are we really that naive to think that love will be eternal when we don't  take care of it, when we do not nurture it or feed it? And yet we expect love to go on till the end like some super marathon runner who can go on and on, and not refuel at all during the race? Is it really surprising when love collapses at some point of the way? Love lives in a human heart, a delicate one at that, a very mortal and needing heart. 

e.v.e.