brownpuffball
I know girls who spill I’m sorry’s from their mouths like they pump blood
to their veins.
Sometimes, I am one.
I know girls who apologize for asking
to go to the bathroom in class,
who apologize for everything
because they feel like they are taking
up more than their fair share of space
on this planet.
Everything starts with an I’m sorry
and ends with one too,
constant bookends that we don’t
even notice anymore.
We delete her apology the way we
delete likes and ums from speech.
I know girls with ten times more apologies
than misdemeanors
and I wonder how often they hear
It’s okay.
You’re more than okay.
"I’m Sorry" by Claire Luisa  (via tanghuijuan)
hermiola
Dear Catherine,
I’ve been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologise to you for, all the pain we caused each other, everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together. You helped make me who I am. I just wanted you know there’ll be a piece of you in me, always. And I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love.
You’re my friend to the end.
Love,
Theodore.
Spike Jonze, “Her” (2013)