i have never seen a post with a plot twist like this before
This is the exact mix of wonderful and awful parenting I expect most tumblr users will display in later life.
It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly—it’s the best advice ever given me. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling.
the most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart. What’s gonna kill you is the second part. And the third, is when your world splits down the middle. And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself. Fifth, you see them out with someone else. And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little.
everything i love was made of porcelain, ready to break. but the bright, staggering light, it anxiously waits inside. like nesting dolls, the secret hides. and like every birth, it was a necessary pain… i know, i know… it’s all worth the wait, worth the weight…
When I was little, I longed and longed to be older, expect now I can’t recall what exactly it was that I most keenly anticipated. Being allowed to stay up as late as I wanted? To wear or eat or read whatever I pleased? Well, I could do all those things now, but mostly, I don’t—either because I have to get up early for work the next morning, or haven’t enough money to buy the outfit I really love, or for some other boring, grown up reason. Also, children don’t realize what a huge proportion of adult life is used up worrying about things—from what to make for dinner and whether one’s sheets will get dry in time to make the beds that night, to whether one will ever manage to meet the right man and marry him. Shouldn’t being a grown up be slightly more exhilarating?