Sun
Aug
9
“ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
Bob Marley
Remember the forever?
It’s still yours.
Remember the heart?
It’s still yours.
I, sadly, know exactly what you mean.
I also, sadly, know exactly why you choose her.
That’s how we’re still as close as we are. I, not as sadly, still know you.
But the forever I’m currently living? The heart I’m currently holding? Those are mine. They aren’t what I gave you.
What I gave to you I never want back—it’s only going to remind me of us for the rest of my life.
But what you get to do now is understand and concede the same for me.
You get happy. You get her.
And I get me.
-happy dance-
I know sometimes plans don’t work out. The thing is—the more I plan the more fucked up my life gets. soooo fuck plans. I’m just kinda gonna screw this all up for a while :D
-Gets up-
-Wipes dirt off knees-
-Brushes hands off-
-Looks around-
…Why was I down there again?
“ At the moment I feel as though I’m hanging onto familiarity like it’s a photograph of someone whose name I can’t remember.
Reblogging myself is never cool, except when it’s something I really need to hear again, because I finally realize what it means.
“Once upon a time there was a girl named Sally. She lived in a bubble. Curled up in her space she ignore the race of time turning things to Rubble. She imagined the extent of the decay and wondered what it would look like from the Hubble. The scope of her views was swayed by the sun and the wind and the rain. And the part o fher mind that wanted to find some change was silenced in Vain. It’s not like this was her choice—who’d choose the pain that comes with silence?”
We wrote that together one day in the coffee house, ages ago.
….Sampson the Snail Face—The Coolest Snail In School was also born that day. His life cycle? (Complete with illuistration) Wormling, Fuzzy Catterpillar, Flutterby, Sampson Snail.
“I’d so much rather give myself away than be fore the taking.
You look at me as if it’s goign to be the best two out of three
And I’m not saying that the smiles are all I’m faking
But the emotions I want to rise up are on strike
Besides…it’s not as if we’re both in the dark.”
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“So many months later we’re still
Smiling
but something’s different
Our eyes are shining
Yours from tears, mine feel like Glass
The key accidentally got turned
My habit got Broken.
The doll wants out of the window now.”
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Basketball shorts and t-shirt, no makeup, no hair product, just me and my notebook, my drawing tablet, and my pencils.
Fuck the world.
…except laundry.
