I have been strolling down the memory lane, a luxury that facebook can offer, which is one of its few positive sides, and I realized that my life is all about music, photography, and my friends.
Sometimes I don’t treat my friend as right as I could have. And I think I regret that a lot. A lot a lot.
Back to Boston and my overheated room. Reality is setting in.
Time isHenry van Dyke, Music and Other Poems (via observando)
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn’t breaking. It hurts because it’s getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.Rita Mae Brown, Riding Shotgun
Sue, Whiskey, and saying goodbye to another love.
This series is done by Anna Wang, we were both wasted on whiskey (but coherently so). My best friend/ex-boyfriend just moved to the DR and I will soon go to Vietnam, and eventually move to Japan.
There was a void. No matter how much whiskey I downed, the void was just getting bigger. His absence from my life, from my future, which echoes a general pattern of detachment with important people in my life, is taking its toll on me.