And yet I held
Back about love
All those years:
Talking about death
Insistently, even
As I was alive;
Talking about loss
As if all was loss,
As if the world
Did not return
Each morning.
— Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved, Gregory Orr (via congruentepitheton)
How can I celebrate love,
now that I know what it does?
— Gregory Orr, Introduction to Orpheus & Eurydice (via antigonick)

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It’s been so long since I was last active. A lot has happened these past couple years. My family has had a few interventions re-named to be shit-shows because that was what they were. I was in therapy for a while and taking medication for depression. Right now I am anti-depressant free and no longer in therapy. I tried to go back to school every on and off semester.

I’m taking a leave from school. I know it isn’t the ideal thing to do, but for once I feel confident in my decision to just find a job and work. I’ll save up for community college of take out a loan if I have to. But I have decided to just work and move in with my boyfriend. Living at home isn’t a safe and conducive environment for me.

I haven’t been journal-ing enough to keep track of my thoughts, so I’m returning to a platform where I’ve kept a journal for at least 2 years. It’s been interesting to see where I was and where I am now.

So, my goals for the future:

- Get a legitimate job (I got a job but it ended up being a scam… I didn’t lose anything though and got out in time!)

- Move in with Newton (we’ll be going at it for 6 years in Nov!)

- Adopt another cat (or cats because why not) 

I felt as if I were someone else: a visitor from the future, looking into a mirror.
— Francine Prose, from “The Mirror” in Reader, I Married Him (via the-final-sentence)
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
— Andrea Gibson (via quotemadness)
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