“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul.
If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more.
If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again.
If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.”—Gabriel García Márquez (via ha-n)
I actually woke up at 5am this morning to watch the HIMYM series finale, a show i’ve been mildly obsessed with (except for its awful final season) for a few years now. The series finale was literally everything I wanted- culminating in Ted finally ending up with the only person I ever thought he…
n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.
“Scientists have recently stated that every second,
the human brain takes in eleven million bits
of information, but it is only aware of forty bits.
I wish I could have told my senses to focus
all their energy on taking every bit of information
from the way you breathe.
You’re gone now and instead of remembering
the way you spoke to me
or how you smelled the day you told me you loved me -
I remember that the grass was two inches taller than it should be
and there was a light mist making my hair stick out in three different directions.
Even my memory was against keeping you.
Even my brain knew it was better that I not remember.”—Amanda Helm, Remembering (via amandaspoetry)