The worst thing about sleeping, after something terrible happens, is that sleeping makes you forget. Which is fine, until you wake up.
-How To Walk Away

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The worst thing about sleeping, after something terrible happens, is that sleeping makes you forget. Which is fine, until you wake up.
-How To Walk Away
If you keep waiting until you’re ready, you’ll be waiting for a very long time.
I was made to think I was hard to love.
- ten word story
“I am trying to love in a world that might matter. My mother calls me a fixer. She says that’s why I have bad taste in cars. And men. She says I want projects. Something to heal. She says I should have been a doctor, but instead I fix old houses. So maybe she’s got a point. But it’s not that I want to heal broken bones. I just look at those houses, with their crumbling roofs, and their sunken porches, and I can almost see the hands that first crafted them. I can see the care that went into their design. You can’t create anything without wanting it, first. And I think if it was worth wanting before, it should be worth wanting now. Even if it’s a little worn. A little beat up by the weather and hard living. How can anyone get through life without some bruising? So it’s not that I think I can save the world, you know. Maybe my recycled soda cans won’t make that much of a difference. Maybe it won’t matter how much I ride my bike. But when I look around at telephone lines that let us check on loved ones three thousand miles away, or sidewalks that give a path to wheelchairs and baby strollers, or a bench that was built just to give strangers a place to rest, I think: Love was behind that. There can be love there again.”
Enjoying a little bit of this snowstorm.
@acupofkeen
Sometimes you get really lucky,
they end up wishing for someone like you too.
Hello, I hope you have been well my dear stranger. I don't see you post much but I still continue to visit your page. I hope life has been treating you well. I know it is a struggle where you are now. Please take care and be careful out there. -ABB
I still go back every once in awhile to find some substance.
This was really nice.
Have you ever sat there and felt the heartbreak coming long before it’s happened?
“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”
I wonder who still dwells during moments of nostalgia and find themselves rummaging through old photographs, old texts, and even old ramblings from a blog full of youth, promise, and unrealistic notions about love and adulthood.
“I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.”
I’m so tired.
September
“One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why. You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.”
7:19am - I woke up to make myself a cup of coffee. It’s been days since I’ve had decent sleep. The thoughts just keep coming. Coffee starts my day. It’s numbing.
9:30am- I send my first email and schedule a call with an agency. I work.
10:00am- I have Grey’s Anatomy playing like white noise in the background. I cry a little when something emotionally provoking happens.
2:11pm- I order chinese food.
4:13pm- I work some more.
4:17pm- you deserve someone who truly understands you.
Here’s a more melancholy feel
We are all a little dark, and twisted, and broken,
and that’s okay
that’s what makes us real.
I want to be in an unfamiliar city, surrounded by unfamiliar people, starting over.
‘nocturne op. 9 no. 2’ by chopin but you’re in a hotel lobby avoiding the rain on a cold night in an unfamiliar city, captivated by the soft piano music that reminds you of home. (youtube)