I realized like most people of a certain privilege, “goodbye” is nothing more than an empty promise.
Perhaps its time we start seeing depression in the same light as cancer.
As unexpected death is, we all expect to die.
You were never one for labels, and you were never one to pretend.
Yes, we knew it was coming. That doesn’t make us foolish for trying, for loving. It doesn’t make us melodramatic for expressing real grief.
Once you make your decision to move, your entire life gives way to an awkward conundrum…
Humans are predisposed to always keep trying. It is bred into us from the very minute we are born to never give up; always try again and again and again.
He covers her hand with his seconds before the plane is supposed to flee the pavement.
It’s a way to test relationships, and a way to make room for new ones. It’s what releases the big cry or the force behind a life-changing decision. At points, the weight makes it hard to breathe. But it isn’t in our nature to suffocate.
To friends, when words have been spoken too quickly in anger or actions have been taken without proper thinking and you just have that instantaneous unquestionable feeling that you will never be able to fix what you once had.