Drugstore Romeos

Sunny. Everything else just follows

[lopmonn]

[389]

Playground Flavor | Guillaume Dutreix

[sanigo]

☀️

[hipster]

time

[neckkiss]

[tackled]

[suspend]

I think I like you too much to the point where just seeing your name on random places makes me smile.

3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[1000drawings]

[drugstoreromeos]

As a New Yorker, i am no stranger to subway delays. One might even say I’ve gotten very used to them. Standing in a cabin deadlocked underground, time can sometimes feel non-existent. The process can sometimes take minutes, but could stretch up to hours. But the strangest part of any delay is how we get accustomed to our current state. The law of inertia at work. Going from standstill to movement sometimes feels so foreign you’d forget that trains were meant to run. But run they do.

I suppose the same goes for life: we often find ourselves in ruts, pitfalls for uncertain amounts of time. Sometimes, we grow complacent and allow these stretches to go on. That’s the way it’s been one might say. Moving forward may feel weird. But move forward we must.

When you fall, rise. And then carry on. Never settle. Rise, rise, and rise again.

[drugstoreromeos]

On being content

I once wrote about an ex whose family kept their porch light on till everyone was home.

Now, I live in a house where the family does the same for me too. Even though I’m merely renting a room, they treat me like family. All while I’ve been looking for the very definition of one. Being content is learning to appreciate what you have right in front of you.

[drugstoreromeos]

Drowning

I nearly drowned twice. I can tell you it’s the most discombobulating feeling. You don’t know which way is up, which way to go. You kick, you struggle, you get overwhelmed. Everything bogs you down. 

I’ve been feeling like I’ve been drowning again lately. Not in water this time. Just thoughts of you. How’ve you been? Have you been eating? The weather’s getting cold are you wearing enough? I can’t help it. It feels the same. I don’t know which way is up, I can’t tell if my struggles are heading in the right direction. I can only keep pushing, and hope that I survive.

[drugstoreromeos]

I’ve been learning how to skate recently. I’m not very good yet- I’ve just started learning how to ollie, the most basic trick there is. I’ve mainly been on my own, watching youtube videos and trying to follow along in basketball courts. It’s been lonely, a little tiresome and very frustrating at times. I’ve also experienced fear. Fear of falling and hurting myself, of breaking a bone or my board.

But I’ve met some friends along the way. One kid’s a beginner just like me. He skates a little better than I do, and can do a couple of tricks. He watches me from a distance sometimes. No pain no gain he shouts sometimes. Other times, he yells You got it! Or the occasional Free your body. Don’t be so stiff. Follow the motion. 

It has helped a bit to hear such words in my own thoughts and fears. We all need someone to lean on sometimes.

[drugstoreromeos]

Home. A concept I’ve struggled with all my life. I find myself writing about it over and over again, as if my words could someday magically come alive and wrap me in the warmth of a home I’ve always come to imagine. But isn’t home just familiarity? 

The other day, while waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I saw a mother and her son walking together. As they approached where I stood, I heard them count down 3, 2...1! right as the light turned green. It took me a second to realize they had counted down the time till the light would turn. Home. Perhaps it is a concrete, tangible object. But perhaps all it really is just familiarity.

[drugstoreromeos]

Never Enough

I’ve been told my whole life that I was not enough.

Go with your mom. I don’t care about you. You’re trying to be an artist, I’m going to be a doctor.  You won’t make enough money. My parents will never approve.

It hurts. We all do our best to find what we do best, but at the end of the day, sometimes we get judged for what we are, not who we are. But isn’t that the point of life? To grow as a person, to be more than just a line on a piece of paper. Everyone just wants to feel like they belong, that they are loved, and that they are enough. So why can’t I feel like I’ve ever been enough.

[drugstoreromeos]

I dreamt I held your hand. Everything felt alright again. All it took was your hand in mine, telling me that we were in this together. Then I woke up in my bed, alone. The bed that had always been mine before you, but after us, felt too big for just myself. I miss you.

[hellolovelymetoo]

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