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Hands down the hardest I’ve faced in the past 4 years. Not “How did he die” or even “Why were you on bad terms”. No, the hardest question I’ve ever had to answer was “Did you love him?” As if that’s an easy question to answer. Did I ever say those words to him? No. Did it hurt so bad to say his name for 2 years that I did everything in my power to avoid it, just so I wouldn’t have to feel the hole in my chest? Yes. How do you even know what love is at 18/19? You don’t have any idea of what it means to love someone at that age. What I can say to that question though… would it hurt this bad if I didn’t love him? 4 years later and I still feel the hole. I still feel a sharp pain course through me at the mention of his name. So… Did I love him? Well… What does it matter now, right?
Probably the most relevant Shel Silverstein poem there is
why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes
Book Sculptures and Paper Art - Malena Valcárcel.
In social issues class today our professor held up a black book and was like “this book is red” and we were all “no” and he said “yes it is” and we were just all “that’s not right” and he turned it around and the back cover was red and he said “Don’t tell somebody they’re wrong until you’ve seen things from their point of view”
that speaks to me
This is important.