Web Weaving: Love Felt Wholly In The Mundane. The Kind Of Love That Sometimes Goes Unnoticed

It was her, Grace.

The glow on the bank.

The pull from the trees.

She's not of this place.

- My First Summer (2020)

everyday I learn something new about him that makes me love him more

i think i loved you, but i guess i'll never really know

joan tierney / death cab for cutie / sylvie baumgartel / the crane wives / @araekni / khalid hosseini / lev st valentine / wendy cope / richard siken (reordered)

You've been hurting all your life to meet someone you must not hurt.

i've come to realize there are only two kinds of tragedies: preventable and inevitable. preventable tragedies are the kind where everything could have maybe worked out if only. if only romeo had gotten the second letter. if only juliet had woken up earlier. if only creon had changed his mind about antigone sooner. if only orpheus hadn't turned around.

inevitable tragedies are the kind where everything was always going to end terribly. of course macbeth gets deposed, he murdered his way to the throne. of course oedipus goes mad, he married his own mother. of course achilles dies in the war, he had to fulfill the prophecy in order to avenge his lover.

both kinds have their merits. the first is more emotionally impactful, letting the audience cling to hope until the very end, when it's snatched away all at once leaving nothing but a void. the second is more thematically resonant, tracking an inherent fatal flaw in its hero to a natural and understandable conclusion, making it abundantly clear why everything has to happen the way it does.

― Ovid, Metamorphoses

“It hurts, but not as much as it used to be.”

— k.b. // kwamie liv - sweet like brandy (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)