Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Today's Document
we're not kids anymore.
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“Lots of things can be fixed. Things can be fixed. But many times, relationships between people cannot be fixed, because they should not be fixed. You’re aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just can’t be with each other anymore. Because you shouldn’t be.”
C. JoyBell
“Every night is about not knowing whether to let go of a person that you have so much hope built up in, or to continue striving towards them even if it’s unrealistic. It’s a shame to waste a life chasing a fantasy, but it’s also a shame to waste an unconditional love by giving up prematurely.”
Austen Reno
Army Blues
It's Veterans Day. All I see are thankful posts on the Internet glorifying the sacrifices of our service men and women, rightfully so. I think of you, the man who I've had my heart so on for quite some time, in your army uniform, your dress blues. I think about how you went over seas and left your once wife and baby girl behind to fight for their freedom. It warms my soul from thinking this and I want that with you. I want to have children that grow up having a father as honorable and admirable as that. I want that with you. I crave your love and your attention yet you act like a figment of my imagination sometimes; nonexistent. I hate how you ignore me so tediously, like it must take effort. I want you and you want nothing to do with me. I wrote you this letter: "..., you know that I care about you, I always have. I hate that you've been hurt before but I want you to know that I don't want to hurt you. I want to grow something with you if you let me. I had a great two nights with you and I want many more with just you. You shut people out when they show affection to you and I get that but it drives me insane when I want nothing more than to crack you open like a book and dive in. And if that scares you then I'll take it slower. Please don't shut me out. You're a great guy and I'm not the only one who sees that."
This photo is dedicated to one man in particular. JDM.
Do not judge others just because they sin differently from you
Virtual Friendships
Is it bad that I always catch myself wanting you? That I always catch myself wanting to call you up and just be like "hey. I really miss talking to you." I know that we've never met and I don't want to seem creepy or completely weird but you made me happy. My life is stuck in a soap opera and I just can't seem to separate reality and the superficial CRAP. It won't stop. But you did that for me. You let me talk. It doesn't bother me that I've never seen your face or that we might never actually meet in person. I just long to read a text from you that says "hey beautiful". Is that so much to ask for? You see so much deeper than what I see in myself. I feel rejected and neglected over something that didn't happen. You just pressed the stop button instead of pause. We lost our place. I feel like don't know you at all one minute and the next i feel like I have known you forever. I'm lost. What happened that made you stop talking to me?
Summer 2011
I woke up this morning laying underneath my queen covers, remembering the days of yellow sun and green grass. I could hear the box fan whirling with a slow hum sitting in my window; it slowly letting the warm breeze come through the sun tinted bed room. I heard the washer cleaning our clothes from the previous day's fun and laughter, our lives. Shorts and flip flops were a strewn on the the floor from our indecisive choice of wardrobe. All theses serene thoughts flutter into my mind and I look to my right. I see a portion of made bed next to me, not being touched for what seemed like years. It comes to my realizing that my memories are now just a dream of serendipity...
Your future self is watching you right now through memories.
Make it worth it.
I have my mothers eyes and my fathers mouth; on my face, they are still together.
