I know it’s dark now, but there will be bright days later. I know you’re scared, it’s only natural. Momma isn’t home yet, don’t panic, she’s safe, besides it’s only given you more time to practise being yourself.
You’ll have to be your own bestfriend. People come and go. People change. Life is spontaneous. Circumstances differ. You grow. You let go. You forgive—it’s a painful process. You don’t forget. How could you? The memories are guidelines on ‘What Not To Do.’
Pain is inevitable, it’s a part of life. But so is pleasure. There are ups and downs. Spirals and turns, circles and squares. It can all feel confusing at times, but you learn. It can all feel worthless at times, so you’ll burn time, at least until you realise that those were the worthwhile moments.
You’re a patient warrior, stronger than you know and braver than you realise and you’ll learn to recognise the same traits in others; you’ll appreciate that there are others.
Imagine Cecil being a completely cliché boyfriend and wanting to propose with the whole ring in a champagne glass but instead of champagne it’s a highly corrosive liquid in an Erlenmeyer flask and Cecil just drops the ring in and iT FUCKING EXPLODES AND HE JUST YELLS ‘MARRY ME’
“You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you have to do is choose a life in which you can have a cat. It’s simple. It’s your right.”—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via hollowstimulation)