That uncomfortable moment your date goes for clingy PDA at a swanky cocktail bar in the middle of your conversation w the bartender. Then the following day when he tries to be too touchy feely you tell him to slow his roll that there’s plenty of time in the world for that but not now, they try again, even as you’re pushing them away. That is discomfort.
Lake View Cemetery: The Haserot Angel
It’s called the Angel of Death Victorious. Due to an effect of weathering and erosion on the bronze, the statue appears to be weeping black tears at all times.
if there is not a weeping angel on my grave, i will haunt whoever buried me
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
People don’t talk to each other about real things because they’re afraid of how they’ll be judged. Or they think other people don’t have the capacity to carry the burden of what they have to say. They see the compulsion to put that burden out in the world as a show of weakness. But all that stuff is what makes up human; more than that, it’s what makes being human interesting and funny.
Meeting someone who makes you so nervous in a good way & liking them to finding out they may not even be able to stay in America if they do not find a qualifying job & sponsor. What sucks more is knowing they are really awesome & deserve to stay but not knowing how you can help them or even relate to what they may be internally struggling with.
the way the world works and just is as a whole is fucked & it too makes me terribly sad.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.