keifuu reblogged
Making postcards
Making postcards
旅するぽすくま
“I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologize for it. Please don’t tell.”
— Hala Alyan, from “I’m Not Speaking First,” The Twenty-Ninth Year
It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.