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3.89 AVERAGE
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
"you are alive in a memory. You, are once upon a time."
"Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect."
"Fix yourself before you try and outrun yourself."
"Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect."
"Fix yourself before you try and outrun yourself."
Remember that you are the universe exhaling, a breeze waiting to blow across a field of tall grass.
I mean, this has some really really beautiful words. I kind of enjoyed the first one more, I think. I found the first raw and this one's more hopeful - which says a lot about the author's mental health. I am glad he is happy. But it didn't connect with me that much. So 3.5!
The world would be easier if evil were a real thing, instead of just confusion, misunderstanding, miscommunication and misplaced desire.
You are on day one of a sometimes remarkable, sometimes terrible, sometimes beautiful, strange and always completely unknown journey. Be ok with this. Worrying about what happens next will ruin the surprise.
I mean, this has some really really beautiful words. I kind of enjoyed the first one more, I think. I found the first raw and this one's more hopeful - which says a lot about the author's mental health. I am glad he is happy. But it didn't connect with me that much. So 3.5!
The world would be easier if evil were a real thing, instead of just confusion, misunderstanding, miscommunication and misplaced desire.
You are on day one of a sometimes remarkable, sometimes terrible, sometimes beautiful, strange and always completely unknown journey. Be ok with this. Worrying about what happens next will ruin the surprise.
Take a moment to read one of these poems. It will only take a second, I promise... You won't be able to leave them. I love each and every one of the IWTFY collections. You will, too. Don't believe me? Read one, I dare you.
"Your poetry is lonely. And yet, you write to feel less alone."
I think, if you’ve ever been on Tumblr, you’ve heard of these books and this author. You’ve seen eight billion different quotes; you might even possibly be able to recall them by memory simply because you’ve seen them so many times, not because you read the books.
There’s a reason for this, even if you’re a bit irritated to see them constantly.
Thomas is eerily good at reminding you that you’re both human and not alone in this fact. A lot of this prose and the weight they carry crawls under your skin without even really realizing it’s happened. It resonates deep inside of you and there’s something strangely exhausting about reading these feelings on paper, written by someone else, either because it strikes a strange nostalgic flint that you can’t put your finger on or because you’re painfully intimate with the emotions in front of you.
The poetry is brutally honest and unapologetic. It’s raw and it’s about love and pain and loss and the delicate but simple intricacies of being a human being with a heart too packed. And it’s all given to you without sweetness, without being dipped in honey.
Though that’s not to say that all of the poems were deep and poetic and whimsical. Some of them are eight miles off the mark. They make sense because there’s nothing inherently wrong with the sentences, but they’re about as deep as “hey, how’s the weather?” “the clouds are gray and the air is a bit brisk, I think there’s a thunderstorm coming in” which is to say they make sense, there’s meaning behind them technically, but there’s nothing lyrical to them either. They’re kind of what I’d call ‘Tumblr deep’. They’re a bit dull and some of them come off a tad hollow, but you win some, you lose some, I suppose. And really, it might just be me. Who knows.
Nevertheless, I did enjoy this book and the weight of all its meaning. It made me nostalgic and it made me sad, but it also made me full. It made me feel validated and quiet. I shared my favorite parts with someone that carries a piece of my heart because although most of the poems imply romantic love, there are others that never specify either because love and all its many forms are a kaleidoscope.
And Thomas does well to show you this.
Here is the simple truth about people: Love the ones you want to keep.
There’s a reason for this, even if you’re a bit irritated to see them constantly.
Thomas is eerily good at reminding you that you’re both human and not alone in this fact. A lot of this prose and the weight they carry crawls under your skin without even really realizing it’s happened. It resonates deep inside of you and there’s something strangely exhausting about reading these feelings on paper, written by someone else, either because it strikes a strange nostalgic flint that you can’t put your finger on or because you’re painfully intimate with the emotions in front of you.
You have until the hour you die to do everything you’ve ever really wanted to do and say everything you’ve ever really wanted to say. It sounds less fair when you get older.
The poetry is brutally honest and unapologetic. It’s raw and it’s about love and pain and loss and the delicate but simple intricacies of being a human being with a heart too packed. And it’s all given to you without sweetness, without being dipped in honey.
Though that’s not to say that all of the poems were deep and poetic and whimsical. Some of them are eight miles off the mark. They make sense because there’s nothing inherently wrong with the sentences, but they’re about as deep as “hey, how’s the weather?” “the clouds are gray and the air is a bit brisk, I think there’s a thunderstorm coming in” which is to say they make sense, there’s meaning behind them technically, but there’s nothing lyrical to them either. They’re kind of what I’d call ‘Tumblr deep’. They’re a bit dull and some of them come off a tad hollow, but you win some, you lose some, I suppose. And really, it might just be me. Who knows.
I have theories about what normal is supposed to feel like.
I have theories about how many times a heart can be heard.
Just theories.
Nevertheless, I did enjoy this book and the weight of all its meaning. It made me nostalgic and it made me sad, but it also made me full. It made me feel validated and quiet. I shared my favorite parts with someone that carries a piece of my heart because although most of the poems imply romantic love, there are others that never specify either because love and all its many forms are a kaleidoscope.
And Thomas does well to show you this.
You should not look for me in the places I once was.
Look for me in the places I am now. In soft rain.
On starlit oceans.
emotional
inspiring
fast-paced
I had been excited to pick up this book. I had heard about it and when I read that this collection would also have accompanying photographs, I was anticipating a book that would trifle with my heart. I was disappointed. As some other reviewers have pointed out, much of the collection feels like a compilation of cliches in simplified words; a poor and lazy man's version of "A Lovers Dictionary." (I would highly recommend A Lover's Dictionary by David Levithan instead.)
Here is a list of my poems that did strike me:
-The Illusion of Things Never Changing
-The Dreams of the Line
-The Anxiety Inherent in Air
-The Reflection in Shop Windows
-The City that Sleeps where They Fell
- The Heart Outgrows the Chest
-The Stones make Sand Slowly
-The Bombs Destroy More than Cities
-The Agony of Being Other People
-The Things I Would've Said
-The Difference Between Paint and Blood
-The Limited Opportunity
-The Desire to live Underwater Forever
-The Pain Unfelt
-The Remaining Mirrors
-The Remaining Me
-The Salting of the Earth
-The Different Kinds of Silence
-The Light that Shines When Things End
-The Infinite Distance
Yes. These seems like a exhaustive list, but it probably only comprises 5-10% of the collection. And honestly the other 95% is trivial fluff that outshines the good works.
Here is a list of my poems that did strike me:
-The Illusion of Things Never Changing
-The Dreams of the Line
-The Anxiety Inherent in Air
-The Reflection in Shop Windows
-The City that Sleeps where They Fell
- The Heart Outgrows the Chest
-The Stones make Sand Slowly
-The Bombs Destroy More than Cities
-The Agony of Being Other People
-The Things I Would've Said
-The Difference Between Paint and Blood
-The Limited Opportunity
-The Desire to live Underwater Forever
-The Pain Unfelt
-The Remaining Mirrors
-The Remaining Me
-The Salting of the Earth
-The Different Kinds of Silence
-The Light that Shines When Things End
-The Infinite Distance
Yes. These seems like a exhaustive list, but it probably only comprises 5-10% of the collection. And honestly the other 95% is trivial fluff that outshines the good works.
I Wrote This For You and Only You
3.5/5 stars
Out of these 202 poems, I loved 22 enough to tab them, and have strong emotions elicited from them.
So while I wished to love more of the poems than I did. The ones that I did enjoy it were so beautiful and so eloquent and so absolutely moving that I know they will last with me and they kind of made me choked up as I was reading through those specific 22 poems. Not to mention the photography in this book was absolutely gorgeous if anything that a good chunk of the stars are because of the photography itself.
3.5/5 stars
Out of these 202 poems, I loved 22 enough to tab them, and have strong emotions elicited from them.
So while I wished to love more of the poems than I did. The ones that I did enjoy it were so beautiful and so eloquent and so absolutely moving that I know they will last with me and they kind of made me choked up as I was reading through those specific 22 poems. Not to mention the photography in this book was absolutely gorgeous if anything that a good chunk of the stars are because of the photography itself.
emotional
reflective