— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via funeral)
Ellen Beier: A night full of stars
The Great Gatsby (2013)
Remember that time I was mere feet from Neil Gaiman the other night…
I found old pictures and letters from times in middle school and high school when I was friends with certain people who said they were my best friend…then. One picture I found was colored in, oval bodies of me an old friend getting ready to jump in a pool…She drew it for me over the summer one day. I was her first friend when she moved to the area. We were in the art club together, had several classes together, and as a joke, tried out for the school play…turned out we both got parts as extras. We don’t speak anymore. She now has a kid.
Another best friend I had in high school just moved back into the area after getting married. We had skipped our senior class trip to go to the nearest outlet mall and shopped for the whole day. When her ex boyfriend physically abused her, I let her stay at my house. She texted me last week (hardly ever does) asking how things were, even though were ‘friends’ on Facebook and said she wants to hang out but that I have to remind HER to hang out. I don’t understand some people. She only lives a few blocks from me too.
Guess we were never that close to begin with. Any of them. Makes my heart hurt and makes me feel a little uneasy knowing the friends I had are not the friends I have now. Guess I shouldn’t hold onto letters and pictures of the past anymore. What good does it make? Best friends turn acquaintances everyday. I probably should have cleaned my box of memories out sooner, but such is life.
That’s what’s so terrifying about letting go of the thing that has defined me for so long - I’m afraid that without it, I’ll crumple into a heap of nothingness on the floor.
But on the other hand, what if letting go is like being unshackled from leg irons that have been weighing you down? What if doing it makes you so light and free that you can fly?"
— Janie from Purge, Sarah Darer Littman (via pureblyss)