My first love. My husband. My heartbreak. My pain. Feels so easy now. Here, you’re not the cheat and the liar. I’m not the nag and the shrew. We’re not old or young. There’s no bitterness or illusions. No need for fear or hope. We’re just spirits drifting through this perfect Earth together.
We can be free of our sad stories. They float away, ‘til they’re like memories of a dream from the night before. Shadows under the water. And what’s left is pure life. Life is the gift.
You can try to escape the story of your life. But you can’t. It happened.
The baby died. The dog died. The heart broke.
I knew you when you were young. I know your heart broke too. I will know you when we are both old, and maybe wise. I hope wise. I know you now, your story. Mine isn’t the one I would’ve chosen in the beginning. But I’ll take it.
It is my story. it’s only mine. And it’s not over. There’s time. There is time. There’s so much time.
Noooooo. I didn't know it was cancelled. I just started watching season 1 online. :(
HBO is equal to and or greater than 💩
(enjoy the show while you’re watching it for the first time, because you don’t get those moments back) “and in these moments, I feel empty and wanting” basically explains what you will feel like after you’re done with the show.
This kingdom. This amazing kingdom we have made. This monstrous kingdom. Its castles are magic. They are beautiful. They are built on dreams and iron. And greed. They are inorganic, and cannot sustain. No kingdom lasts forever. Even this will end.
can we get a gif/transcript of luke wilsons second letter to amy where he finds the turtle and realizes that she is his higher power?
Still haven’t drunk the Kool-Aid, but I’m still here. I’m doing their dumb trust games, getting fat on the shitty food. Today we had another guided meditation. They told us to remember a time when we were our best self. I’ve never been my best self. Closest to it I can think of was the person you thought I was in the beginning. I remember you’d talk about me like I was this great beautiful person. I thought, “Who the fuck is she talking about?” You saw something in me that didn’t exist. Or maybe it did. Maybe you’re my higher power. I don’t believe in much, but I believe in you. I keep going out everyday looking for your turtle. I really want to find it. But even if I don’t, I know you did. And for me, that’s good enough.
I have joined the new world. I learned its language. Clicking and flashing and pinging. I read its signs. Electric. Invisible. In this world the meek like me will finally rise. And the confuse will become certain. And the powerful will be laid low. And we will all unite in a single current of compassion and action. The new world. It is so close. You can hear its angels buzzing. It is here. Follow me.