"I’ve taken eighteen showers just to pass the time, and that fucking phone just rang, but it wasn’t you on the line. And you don’t seem to mind." –Andrew McMahon
Some days you just need to re-listen to the music you loved when you were fourteen. ‘Cause some days are just so hard.
"I’ll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don’t choose. We’ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn’t carry us. There’s nothing to do but salute it from the shore."
— Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
"Wait near the end of September. Wait for some stars to show. Try so hard not to remember what all empty playgrounds know: that sympathy is cruel. … Bend to tie a shoelace, or bend against your fear, and say that you’ll stay for one more year."
— The Weakerthans, “Fallow”
"Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us."
— Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin
Romantic love is not a competitive sport
The women your lover knew and loved and fucked and had wild orgies with before you are pieces of his life. He wants to tell you about them because he wants to deepen his relationship with you, to share things about himself that he doesn’t share with many others.
This is called intimacy. This is called fuck yes. When people do this with us, it’s an honor. And when the people who do this with us also happen to be people with whom we are falling in love, it lets us into an orbit in which there is only admission for two.
Let yourself be gutted. Let it open you. Start there.