January 2011
60 posts
We have chosen our wedding venue.
The silence is screaming. The silence with him, the silence with her. Everything hurts. And suddenly I’m not okay. Perhaps I’m just tired. Yes, I’m simply tired. All of this will go away once I am rested up. All of this will go away.
Believing Tumblr
mybiggestregretever:
My biggest regret ever is believing Tumblr when it said “we’ll be back shortly” on December 5th, 2010.
[Male, 18]
Amazing.
when your friend says a guy is staring at you. . .
expectations-vs-reality:
tolove-istodestroy:
Expectation:
Reality:
Link submitted by ifyouseeashadow
“What am I to you? Some sort of DANDY? This summer, I’ll show you! I plant...”
– Michael.
He Worked On.
The cookie sheets were covered in black and yellow polka dots, stencils, black air. He said he loves to make people laugh, he said that he wants me to make balloon animals at his funeral. His dad is to be buried in his whites. He said that he worked on the day that his only daughter got married. He said that the shop always comes first. And the sky and the atmosphere smelled and felt like...
Send me your mailing address.
I’ll write you a letter.
I bought my wedding dress tonight.
Goodbye, $950.
And I fell asleep, holding onto my pillow, pretending it was you… again.
“Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes...”
– Martin Luther King Jr. (via theaveragepoet)
today will be better
handslikealifeline:
say it with me
Will Always Be.
And everyday, I just have to say to myself, “Today is a new day.” Because every man must die, eventually, and hearts will always be broken, and friendships will always fall apart. People will always do things to hurt you, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and mistakes will always be made, sins will always be committed, and the clouds will always rain. But every day is new, and...
The Spoken Word.
My hands are rough, overworked, I’m losing weight, and I don’t know why. I’ve been dizzy for two weeks, weak and exhausted for three. I’ve cried myself to sleep for the last month, aware of my faults, aware of my mistakes. But you don’t care about any of that, only yourself, and only her. You’re a grand manipulator of words, I would know. It takes one to know...
Michael: You're a twit!
Me: Uuuugh! I hateee thattt!
Michael: What would you rather me call you? A brat?
Me: No. I'd rather you say, "Baby, I love you forever."
Michael: Baby, I love you forever.
Me: =]!
Michael: But sometimes you're a brat.
Me: =O!
Wake Up
johnlaceyblevins:
Last night I dreamt I cried my eyes out. It is the only place I can do that. It is the only place I can’t control myself.
Drawing A Town.
The beer tastes burned, and dark brown will soon be my frosting. I didn’t sleep today. “I’m sure you felt clever writing that.” My hands still smell like cinnamon, my hair is full of powdered sugar and milk. The owl sits by the open flame, the panda, on my mirror. I’m putting things in perspective, like drawing a town in art class. Remember the lines? The rule of...
Of Warm Air.
She naps, resting on the sea, riding on the soft waves. The shore is calling, hermit crabs and tea cups, her slumber, complemented by hot sun and dry sand. Take this blanket of warm air, sleep, sleep.
“You know what I hate? That poster of the baby, with spaghetti dumped over...”
– My Michael.
Of His Heart.
He’s become my other half, I feel awkward and empty when he’s not beside me. I need to breathe his air, straight from his lungs, feel the beat of his heart, lips pressed against his neck, we are one body, one flesh, he is my life now. Everything inside of me cries out for his presence.
And here's a rant. Again.
And tonight I’m wondering what goes through someone’s head when they put their own advancement, their own intentions before their neighbor’s, before their friend’s. I’m wondering what it is like to be completely and utterly selfish, while thinking that you have a heart of gold, and constantly pat yourself on the back for the “good works” that you’re...
What This Place.
I’m suppressing the urge to light everything on fire. Accidentally tip over the flickering candle, watch this place burn, burn, burn. Cover the dirty walls with orange, cream, wax. Cover my beautiful apartment with what this place now deserves.
Today is a new day: Starting it off with some Woodchuck, Sour Patch Kids, and a nap. All I really want to do is stand in the middle of main street and scream.
This Day Has...
been one of the worst days I’ve had in a long time. First, I have a roommate fight. Which, by the way, ends in me being evicted. Second, I have a giant fight with my Pastor. Which, by the way, ends in me leaving the church. And now, a very good friend of the Soup Kitchen’s passed away. Rest in Peace, Chef Dato. You had a heart of gold. When it rains, it pours.
Christians are the worst people I know.
Christians who have been offended by the church are some of the best. We know what’s up.
The heart breaking makes a sound that I never knew...
His hands hold every single fiber of my being.
Holy Followers!
Where are you all coming from!?
TMI Tuesday:
The first time I had taco bell, I was seven years old. I projectile vomited all over my desk at school, and I will never forget the face little pudgy David made as I covered the room in ground beef and stomach acid.
Me: I love you so much I could explode, into a tiny bazillion pieces. And then you could carry me around in your pocket.
Michael: And I would mix you into lemonade, drink you down.
“OH MY GOSH I JUST WANT TO CRAWL INSIDE YOU. I JUST WANT TO SQUEEZE YOU AND LOVE...”
– My Michael, during a random love burst.
My sheets are missing you, my quilt keeps asking where you’ve been. “Soon,” I tell them, “Very soon.”
I’ve had enough to break me in two, to tear...
And all I want to do is lie next to you, run my hands over your chest, feel your beating heart. Whisper, “I’m yours forever.”
“Good morning, Baby. I’m missing you something awful this morning. You were...”
– My Michael
To My Readers: Something Clicked Inside.
Last night I fell asleep while I was on the phone with Michael. Somehow during the night, my face managed to turn off my phone, and my alarm didn’t go off this morning, making me 25 minutes late for work. I punched in at 4:23, ran to my kitchen, and, in my head, couldn’t seem to remember how to bake anything. Everything that happened yesterday was in my head. The dresses, the letters,...
“Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of the unlived life. You don’t have to live...”
– Tuck Everlasting (via anthonyyyy)
Is She Even.
She wanders through fire, through clay, through forests that are burning bright with gasoline and cigarettes. The bottle of wine is empty, almost as empty as her soul, and she climbs into the bottle to rest until the sun shines and she has to rub the sleep and bad decisions from her eyes. She wanders through broken glass, through cans of soup, green carpet and bottles of nail polish. Searching and...
staticonmute asked: we create our own truth.
whatever is true to you
is truth.
your belief is truth.
the things you see are truth.
as least as much as you let them be.
regardless,
there is no higher truth then the one you see.
whatever is true to you
is truth.
your belief is truth.
the things you see are truth.
as least as much as you let them be.
regardless,
there is no higher truth then the one you see.
I need advice. On everything. Write to me one...
