I’m more interested in the things we don’t discard. The leftovers, left over from a different time. I turned over the ring on my finger, nestled into the same spot it had been for the past 3 years, and couldn’t bring myself to articulate a coherent answer to: “Why do you still have that?”
Maybe it reminds me of the possibility of love. Maybe it’s just pretty. Maybe I’ve grown attached to what it represented for me. Perhaps I see how far I’ve come, and how much I can do, when I look at that ring. Maybe I feel his arms around me in the way the ring hugs my finger.
Memories are an interesting thing. We have them, and they are leftover, and they are there.
"It is September, and I have already spent over half the year thinking of you."-221, M.K. (via babyheroin)
"Maybe it’s just in America, but it seems that if you’re passionate about something, it freaks people out. You’re considered bizarre or eccentric. To me, it just means you know who you are."-Tim Burton (via courageous-and-strong)
There are few things that make me feel more disempowered than when a woman “owns her sexuality” by reducing herself to the existence of her “big big booty.”
"You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you."-Redvers Bailey (via nectarinejam)