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From time to time
Yes
I think of you
In a way one might think of a mouse
After sparing its life, thinking it can’t do much damage
Just to wake up the next day
To a house in shreds
Wishing my claws could have cut your throat
And left you in bed
No trace of me, no trace of you
Like you were just a mouse
And I was a cat, careless and carefree
So worried I’ll never get to hold my own baby
It’s lonely
He’s working nights
And my mind is not nice
its that time again
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“Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I’ve ever been.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via books-n-quotes)
What is so sad about being broken is knowing it
No matter how happy I am
I know I will always face greater sorrow
And no matter how good things are
Nothing will ever feel complete
And I can not have the things that trick me into feeling like it’s okay
I can not hear her voice
I can not breathe
I miss meg and bars and lines and it never ends
“I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone.”
— Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)
“When you care about someone, you just do, and nothing changes that.”
— Amanda Hocking, Lullaby (via books-n-quotes)
Boring?
People have a lot of nerve to say that I am boring.
After years of struggling to find my own way and my own place in this world, I have found my true self- she is not boring.
She is complete alone and complete in the arms of her love, complete mostly in their home. Content. The life she never had imagined for herself, for maybe then she was boring... but now?
So far from boring.
A home that is just ours, our dogs peaceful, happy
A home that is inviting, yet intimate
A drive way that with parked, reliable vehicles- vehicles we had only hoped for once, all ours, all the way we want them
A fresh cut yard, a pool, a back porch that makes you want to stay awhile
A home where we can do as we please, to our heart’s content
Pictures hang on the walls of all our adventures and all the things we hold dear- and there’s plenty more wall space for more
A spare bedroom awaits the arrival of our future baby, a collection of family toys and little outfits we’ve picked over the years stored in the closet
A kitchen where we have cooked countless meals for each other
My main goal each day when I leave the house may be just to get back to the house, but that doesn’t make me boring
Because in all actuality my life is
So so far from boring.
“You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.”
— Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy (via books-n-quotes)
me: I dont wanna like…… do things……..
My psychologist: You have to, do things
me:
“We would have to run away, we would have to leave behind everything but each other.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via books-n-quotes)
You’d think almost 7 years later I wouldn’t still cry like it was yesterday, but I still cry. In fact, I have even more reasons to cry, even with all the reasons I have to smile.. I still cry.
Just about every morning, just about every ride home, just about every Sunday, when it’s calm, and just about every Friday night, when I long for your company, every time I hear certain songs, smell certain scents, every time I see our family or our friends, or anyone that even looks a little bit like you, I still cry. I still cry when I look at streetlights too long and I still cry when I convince myself that I hear your exhaust. I still cry when I drive down Lillian. I still cry all the time.
I don’t want any pity, I want to be as strong as they keep saying, but so much of my identity has turned into hiding the fact that I still cry. All the time.
There’s few that care and even fewer that understand, and now I have the most loving husband and I see him go through the same feelings with the loss of his father..
And I just cry.
Because my heart knows nothing will ever be the same.
Nothing brings you peace.
It never stops hurting.
