stephanie torno

This is how you lose her. You lose her when you forget to...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:15:27 -0700

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

ever wondered what the exact spot you’re sitting in looked like 10,000 years ago

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:00:12 -0700

ever wondered what the exact spot you’re sitting in looked like 10,000 years ago

"I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:56:49 -0700

“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.”

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when your ear finally unpops and everything is in HD and you start hearing things you’ve never...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:04:40 -0700

when your ear finally unpops and everything is in HD and you start hearing things you’ve never heard before

THINGS I LIKE when people use my name in conversation when people say “this reminded me of...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:26:20 -0700

THINGS I LIKE

when people use my name in conversation
when people say “this reminded me of you!”
when people remember little things i say/do
when people genuinely thank me for things i’ve done for them
when i think of the same thing at the same time as someone else and you give each other the look

"I didn’t sleep with him. Not even a kiss. Our last night together, at about 4 a.m., I retreated to..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 01:10:31 -0700

“I didn’t sleep with him. Not even a kiss. Our last night together, at about 4 a.m., I retreated to take out my contacts, and when I returned, he was lying on the couch. I don’t know how it happened, but I ended up on the couch with him, wrapped in him, feeling safe and blissful and, dare I say it: loved. For the first time in my life. When he tried to kiss my neck, I told him it wasn’t a good idea at all, and he backed off. We lay in each other’s arms into the morning. You are beautiful, I tell him, and he says the same to me. The moment is beautiful. It is a moment I have never experienced before. It felt like pure bliss, pure acceptance, universal love, peace, and all the things people yearn for but don’t seem to find.”

- René Vernor, from Anything Is Possible

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Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:39:25 -0700

can you imagine if someone sent you a list of all the reasons why they love you.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:32:04 -0700

can you imagine if someone sent you a list of all the reasons why they love you.

Do you ever just meet one person and at first it is awkward then you start talking and its...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:25:30 -0700

Do you ever just meet one person

and at first it is awkward

then you start talking

and its like

“holy shit where have you been all my life”

"I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making..."

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 10:36:29 -0700

“I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”

- Julie Delpy, Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays

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