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You are rich, but it's up to you find the reasons why.

[incidentalcomics]

Morning Light

I have a couple new books coming out this Spring! You can pre-order signed copies of WHAT SOUND IS MORNING? and I WILL JUDGE YOU BY YOUR BOOKSHELF here: https://www.watermarkbooks.com/grant-snider-signed-copies

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100% stealth

[michaeldimotta]

Sigh 😕☠️🔥🐉👸🏼🔥 thoughts? My new piece, mourning the loss of the Daenery’s I’ve been rooting. 

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[hohomylad]

#honestly i dont care if its fake

[underwearandourjackedupthumbs]

It’s not. It happens every day all around the world.

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[hushhatake]

their girl group choreography is amazing… how do i hire them 

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A comic about controlling your symptoms and trying to get other people to understand why it’s so hard to do so, in goo form

[indiependentheart-blog]

My dad said, “you are bright blah3, the only thing you haven’t figured out is your relationship”

And honestly, it made me feel so sucky. I know he didn’t mean that way. I know. 

But it still sucks.

[indiependentheart-blog]

Dear Azlan,

I had so many future plans that consisted of you even if I tried to brush them to the side for fear that they would never happen.

Every wedding I went to, i asked myself if that could be us.

I would pray and ask God to show me signs. That if you’re meant to be in my life, then keep you close but if you’re not meant to be in my life then please take you away.

When things started getting hard, I told myself maybe this was a test, maybe I was suppose to bend and try to make it work.

But then now, I feel like I am right at the edge of breaking from all the bending. 

Love is so nice. It’s in the good morning and goodnight messages. It’s in the dates that we’ve shared and the conversations we had - good and ugly. 

But when love is abandoned it’s ugly af. It can be seen in one sentence replies and a general lack of care for each other and I feel like that is where we are now.

And it felt like the more I wanted to feel closer to you, asking for how I can help you, the further you wanted to be from me.  

But in spite of everything, the truth is you are not hard to love. I could always forgive and move past things and still fall in love with you. I could still love you. So if anyone ever says to you that you are hard to love, they are wrong. Even if that voice is your own, please don’t believe that voice. 

I pray that in two months’ time, when we talk, you are feeling better and stronger and even if we don’t get back together, I hope you are happier. You deserve the world of happiness but today, I’m just not sure I’m the person who provides that. 

Goodnight and love you.

[indiependentheart-blog]

Shell

I don’t know whether we will last.

Everything is eating into me. I can feel it. 

I’m trying to push myself but I feel myself crawling back into my shell. 

[rnargaerys]

“Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.”

[indiependentheart-blog]

This City.

Remembering Sunday was playing in my head as I was in amongst the clouds as we were approaching Singapore.

When I got home, I had to cry a bit because it really felt like I left my heart in Hong Kong. It was emotional for me.

The city was amazing. It was like home but with a bit more life and soul. I would consider moving there if there was a job opportunity. 

But maybe it was also the idea of being away from the every day stresses. Away from work, and the constant texting, emails... the opportunity to be on your own. Figure things out at your own pace.

The things we worried about were what were we going to do that day, finding the hotel on the first day and figuring out which bus would help us get back to the hotel without the shuttle.

I forgot how great holidays can be. 

I will miss you, Hong Kong. I will be back soon. Promise.

[kushandwizdom]

I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.

Unknown, (via kushandwizdom)

[indiependentheart-blog]

What right do I have?

I saw her text you.

Every time you’re on the phone, I can tell from your face, it’s her.

I tell myself: It’s okay. You have no right to feel this way.

I feel annoyed. Peeved. Upset. Hurt. Mostly hurt.

But what right do I have?

I’m the bitch here. I’m the one kissing the boy with the partner. I do not own you, and you do not own me.

So why does it suck so bad when she makes an appearance.

Is it because it is a reminder that once again, I’m the girl that gets the kisses but never the man? I can never get anyone to commit. To choose me.

Is it because I know then that once again, I am the person behind the curtain, forced to keep quiet because I too, do not want to be judged.

I want you and yet I don’t.

But it still sucks to see you choose her. I’m selfish, I know.

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who is responsible

[indiependentheart-blog]

Unicorn Girl.

Sometimes the sadness hits like a ton of brick.

Other times, I feel like it’s okay for you to be the keeper of the unicorns.

I just hope you knew you were loved.

Thank you, Unicorn Girl. This world was too harsh for your soul, you weren’t built for it even though I always wished you’d stay in it and that eventually it would have all worked out.

I’m sure you had your plans. 

[owmeex]

[poppyflowerpoetry]

sometimes i wish i hadn’t found you when i did. i wish i’d picked another sun-kissed summer to fall for you, because fate gave us something delicate and beautiful and we took that eggshell love and we crushed in our fists just trying to keep it from slipping through our fingers. no one ever taught me how to love the precious things. someone like you deserved to be loved slow and soft but your touch only ever set off fireworks in my chest. we burned out too quickly and now i spend all my time writing poems about the fading heat of summer and  looking for the kind of warm i only every found in your arms. i used you up, swallowed you whole, took everything  from the flat of your palms until you had given me everything you had. by the time it was over, we were both searching for somewhere that we could start fresh again but our hearts were scorched and salted earth. there’s nothing left for us here. against all the odds, i still love you, and i guess that’s the punchline. i still write for you, hoping that your words will send you running back to me, ready to go for a drive at three am and talk and sing along to our favorite songs when there’s nothing left to say.  when headlights dance across my bedroom wall, i hold my breath, like maybe it’s you, like this is the second chance i don’t deserve. i hold onto that impossible dream until the light fades again, each car only a far-off speck of motion in my window. they never slow down. i watch their rearview mirrors, trying to catch a glimpse of eyes that could maybe remind me of yours, but none of them ever look back.

Headlights by Auriel Haack (via poppyflowerpoetry)