
No title available
Today's Document
DEAR READER
Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
todays bird
Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost

tannertan36
d e v o n
$LAYYYTER
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
untitled
almost home
taylor price

pixel skylines
Cosmic Funnies

No title available

seen from United States
seen from Belgium

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from United States

seen from Venezuela

seen from Türkiye
@captivatingcomposition
It has been 5 months since you broke up with me and I still find myself falling harder and hard we for you every day
I've got all of the love in the universe for you, and only you
I think I will always love you.
I hope she knows that I’m hopelessly in love with her and that everytime I look at her, I’m looking at my home and my entire universe and I don’t want anything but her.
I love you, so fucking much. I don't know if that'll ever change.
Nobody is ever going to love you like I do.
Friday was homecoming. The first dance since our break up, and the first one I spent without you. It's been a little over a year since the last homecoming, which is where everything started with you. Friday night, after the royalty dance, when everyone was brought into a slow dance, my heart dropped right into my stomach. God, I miss you.
Today is one year since they day we started dating. I can't even start formulating words right now, I'm not in the right state right now.
it’s 4:46 am. I haven’t slept, I can’t stop shaking and crying and I had to run to the bathroom to throw up. I guess the cut that started bleeding 3 months ago isn’t going to clot any time soon. And through all of this, the first person I think of to call for help is you.
You came over today. You told me all the things you miss about me. You told me all the things he doesn’t understand about you. I know you caught yourself, you called me babe and told me you loved me. And my god I love you. I love you. I love you. I want you back so badly.
You told me you missed me today. That I was the only person who has consistently been there for you. That I understand you.
One year since the start of everything. I remember rushing home, my palms sweaty and my heart racing. In a few hours I would see a beautiful girl, dressed up just for me. I had no idea I would fall in love with her. I had no idea that I would end up wanting to marry her. Everything before I saw her went wrong. My hair took forever to dry, my dress busted open because my boobs were too big for it, I didn't have nice shoes, I couldn't do my make up for the life of me but every little sense of anxiety all drifted away the second I saw her. Her cute pink dress, her beautiful smile, with red carnations in her hand. I still have most of them in my room. My face heating up and pulling her into a hug. My god if I could only describe that energy she puts off. I remember making fun of said shoes I was wearing. I was embarrassed, but god that smile drew my attention right back. I remember us driving around in circles for a while, we didn't know where to go to eat and we were an hour early for the dance. I couldn't stop looking at her. Every formation of every word and every smile and giggle and laugh. My god she was beautiful. We ended up going to port of subs, which was our first trip of many. We literally went there at least once a week. She got mad at me for not wanting anything. She ordered, and asked me where I wanted to sit. Which was another first of many. I'm sure we annoyed the fuck out of the workers and port of subs with all of our laughter. Afterwards, we went back to the school. We stood outside for a while, seeing how lovely everyone looked before they let us through the doors. I met a lot of her friends that night. Everyone treated me like I was a part of their group. We finally got in and it was adorable. The decorations were super cute. She was dominated for homecoming queen, so we voted. I clicked her name about 372873 times. Her and I took pictures, and god I was nervous. We held up the sign that Kay had made and smiled real big. She took pictures with more people, and we hung out and danced with her friends. She kept looking at me and giggling and fuck my heart melted. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to just hold her and kiss her and make her the happiest fucking girl in the universe. We parted a few times to go say hi to people. I remember telling Johnnye and Carlos how much I liked her. Johnnye was the one who really set us up in the first place. I remember a few days before this, she nonchalantly asked me if I were asked to homecoming, I'd say yes. And I literally had to pin her up against a wall to tell me who it was. I guessed if it were devyn, because I fuck I hoped so and I knew she had something for me to, and Johnnye just said "don't tell her" lmao. And Carlos always sat with us during medical terminology. He already knew we liked eachother and loved to mess with me for it. A few freshmen I knew were crying, so I had to help them too. I remember her talking to Megan, which I knew she talked to her a lot about me. We got some food there throughout the night, drank a fuck ton of water because shit it was hot, and hung out. The homecoming royalty elections were coming up. All the nominees stood with eachother. I don't even remember who else was nominated, all my focus was on her. She didn't end up getting it, which was a bummer. I remember having the cheesiest thought, like "you may not be homecoming queen but you can be my princess" kill me I'm sorry. The royalty had their slow dance, and after they had the slow dance for everyone. She asked me if I would dance with her, and we walked out to the middle of the dance floor. We were nearing the end of the night. It was the last slow dance, and I knew I had a short time before the end of it. She asked me "Do you top or bottom?" And I roles my eyes and put my hands on her shoulders. She was beautiful. All about us by he is we was playing. We talked a lot through the song. Carlos came and danced with us for a second. Towards the end of the song we locked eyes. She smiled at me and asked what I was smiling at. I moved in, got on my tip toes, and kissed her. I think I still have butterflies flapping around from that moment. We carried on our conversation, and after the song we walked back to our friends, I grabbed Johnnye and Carlos and told them, fuck I was so happy I could barely catch my breath. I went with Devyn again. I remember sitting in the rainbow hall because Megan also had someone here that she really liked, and it was cool over there. Some songs we liked had played and we danced in the hall alone. Sang our hearts out. We planned to go to Denny's after. Another first of many. Port of subs and Dennys were two of our go to places. After the dance we went. She got this peach ice cream thing and it was delicious. And I got a chocolate milkshake. Megan also got a milkshake. We put her bobby pins on the cups and that flung them up in the air and we thought that was hilarious. Her hobby pins were always all over the place. I remember waiting like an hour for the check to come and asking for it like 3 times. We went to drop Megan off, then went to drop me off. I remember showing her poetry I liked. I don't know why I chose a really sad one, but oh well. We saw a shooting star. I drove right where we saw it last night. As we pulled up to my house, I kissed her again. A few times. I didn't want to leave. That night was the start of everything.
its been one year since the day we finally told eachother our feelings and fuck do they only get stronger for me.
I'm looking through these girl's tumblr accounts, they're both in college studying different forms of chemistry, both working and living together, completely in love. And it makes me even more excited for our future together. I can't wait to come home to you, to always have a study partner, and someone who won't give up on me no matter how stressed we are. I know that as long as I'm with you I'll always be happy and well. And I can't wait for life with you, regardless of how hard it may be. I can't wait for it all, I can't wait to discuss who will be doing what chores that week, I can't wait for us to both whine about putting clothes away, I can't wait to go into crippling financial debt with you and live off of boxed mac and cheese and the 2, 4, 8 dollar menu at dennys. I can't wait to fall asleep at your side everyday and wake up and make breakfast with you. I can't wait to go shopping for furniture and appliances and to buy cute plants. I can't wait to get our first dog and to make them the happiest pup ever. I can't wait to share articles of clothing because we will barely be able to afford that for a while. I can't wait to go through the biggest amount of stress with you because it'll still be the best time of my life because everyday we will go through a series of obstacles but we will always face them together. And I wouldn't want to face any of it with anyone else. We're going to have an amazing life together, full of smiles and happiness, regardless of all the hardship. Everyday getting steps closer to doing what we are passionate for but never having to do it alone because we will always be with someone who loves us and won't give up. And I promise you again for the countless time that I'll never give up on you. I love you. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
Number Three
*disclaimer: I wrote this when I was in middle school and I’ve just touched it up. I’m adding this poem to my blog and reading it at the poetry slam because I know there are people out there who can relate to these problems or how I felt during this time. I’m reading it to show people that no one is ever alone. I know it’s rough, but it will get better. Regardless if problems change. You’ll get stronger, and this is my promise to be there for anyone who needs someone.*
If I were ranked from 1-5 on most important in my family, I’d say I would come in third. My mother and my step father first and second, and my sisters fourth and fifth. Not because they love me more, but because I will scrub any floor until my hands are callused. Mow the lawn until my shoes look like they’re made of grass themselves. Clean any plate until I reak of dish soap. And I’ll keep my mouth shut when my mother’s voice raises to tell me she is the only one who does anything around here. But the thing is, my sister are my parent’s daughters. They are humans while I am just number three. I am the number three. I am the third hop on one foot during hopscotch before I fell trying to catch myself because my family was never there to catch me, but to be there to tie my shoe laces together to ensure me hitting the ground. I got a compound fracture. But the only muscle that got ripped through was my heart but this muscle won’t break apart and grow back stronger. I got a compound fracture. But the only things that are broken are the series of picture frames rehung on the wall due to all the slammed doors. I got a compound fracture, but the only thing I heard from the doctor was “wow, you’re really depressed.” the next, explaining how if I told her the things that harmed me the most, she’d have to tell my mom. I sat in complete silence for three minutes and all that shrink did was shrink my chances of opening up. I went for three months, each session sitting in a silent panic; feeling guilty of the speech I’d get every ride home how my mother goes out of her way to take me to a free therapist. I am the three periods of ten minutes to make the thirty minute car ride go faster. I sat in my usual spot diagonal to the glass that had usually left my mom’s lips stained. My eyes drifted down to my hands that were slightly shaking. Her eyebrows frowning, lips moving as she stared in my direction, yet her words were drained by my brisk and shallow breaths. I looked into her dark eyes through warm, salty tears that I forced back and found visions of blood streaming through the vertices strip down my wrist. Because as I was longing for my arms to match the crimson stain of merlot on her furious mouth; painting pictures with my blood, dipping the sharp metal paintbrush into my pain until I have murals painted on my bathroom floor, you were still yelling about dishes left in the sink. 10:43 pm. Counting sheep. 1 2 3 go by before counting sheep turns into counting nightmares. 11:11 pm. Slammed my head on the bed frame three times, using my wish for death, or at least some sleep. 12:03, panicking over the monsters under my bed. 1:23 I beg the monsters to befriend me a take me away 3:33 I realize the only monster is me, living my life with constant compleancyn crippling anxiety, and a loss of words. So I slip on my own regurgitated emotions with a rope around my neck into a pool of happiness that I can’t ever seem to submerge myself in. But I feel like if I could, I’d still attempt to drown myself.