MaineGoulart:

Just tryna be a good Dad.

[mainegoulart]

Chips

Just got homie to bed. Shortly before we washed up for bed he were enjoying some tortilla chips with black bean and corn salsa (Yo, it’s the shit!) just chips for dude but anyways. He’s a sneaky devil when he licks all the salt off said chips and returns it to the bag. My first chip back into my delicious snack wasn’t soggy to touch but upon delivery to my tastebuds I noticed exactly what had happened.. And I fucking love it when he’s here. It’s not the same when he’s afar.

[mainegoulart]

Something kinda sad about The way that things have come to be Desensitized to everything What became of subtlety? How can it mean anything to me If I really don't feel anything at all?

[mainegoulart]

Dreams

The morning after: I get in my car and the country’s still on, there’s your sunglasses in the cup holder, and that gum wrapper you refuse to throw out the window. Pricy perfume lingers along with Cheese Curls on my bed. Sheets a mess like my head, but we’re afraid.. Common girl let’s see where this goes. Who’s to stop us, nobody knows. Even if it was just for a night, I’m grateful for you letting me get lost in those eyes again.

[mainegoulart]

I just woke up with nothing but a spilt drink running down my leg. #isthisreallymylifenow #Iusedtokillpeopleforaliving #whoaisme

[mainegoulart]

Monster Jam started out terribly considering when we arrived it was sold out, but do you honestly think that stopped me from getting my little dude in? Hell no it didn't. I just bought a skybox. Our own private viewing of "The big trucks crushing little cars" as Mason said. Quote of the day "Daddy this is very, very fun" I'll never take no for an answer when it comes to him.

[mainegoulart]

We had one Hell of a day today, and I'm aight with that.

[mainegoulart]

Doubt:

Doubt thou the stars are fire. Doubt that the Sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar. But never doubt, I love..

[haertshapedbox]

[mainegoulart]

Then you really might know what it's like, to have to lose.

[vibemusic]

Visit Original Link

The Allman Brothers Band  »  Whipping Post

[mainegoulart]

Sometimes I feel.

[mainegoulart]

The Cycle:

She wept, and the sound of seven guns strummed in her head. She wept, and the only thing to hold back her tears.. Was a white handkerchief that she kept in the pocket of her best black dress, that she wore on special events. He lost his mind in the twilight that show thru the window. I pulled the trigger and now he's gone. You're under me and now you're done. He lost his mind in the twilight that show thru the window. I long to be, I see a face but it's not me. Mirror, I come to you in a dark lit room. Darkness, you're under me and now you're through. He lost his mind in the twilight that show thru the window. I feel the sun, all these things I've done, are they for real? I long to be, I see a face but it's not me.

[mainegoulart]

I leave the lights on.

The first time I saw her, Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I lock the doors? But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. I’d always watch her mouth when she talked— when she talked— when she talked— when she talked; when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off... And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. But then... She said I was taking up too much of her time. That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work... When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line... When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking... And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but... How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars.. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel... How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. How she blows out candles blows out the candles blows out—…. Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! I want her back so bad... I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.

[mainegoulart]

The fever, the focus The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. The tickle, the taste of... It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.

[mainegoulart]

The Father & Son Bond

Human beings are hard wired to connect. We are drawn to one another by our own chemistry. We produce attachment hormones that create intimacy. We build neural bridges that bond us, brain to brain, heart to heart. Those bonds, once formed, are not meant to be broken. Our brains, our entire nervous systems, are designed for us to form deep, lasting bonds. When those connections are broken, bad things can happen.

[mainegoulart]

Separate Ways

Here we stand Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two Sleepless nights Losing ground, I'm reaching for you, you, you Feelin' that it's gone can change your mind If we can't go on to survive the tide, love divides Someday love will find you Break those chains that bind you One night will remind you How we touched and went our separate ways If he ever hurts you True love won't desert you You know I still love you Though we touched and went our separate ways Troubled times Caught between confusion and pain, pain, pain Distant eyes Promises we made were in vain, in vain, in vain If you must go, I wish you love You'll never walk alone, take care, my love Miss you, love Someday love will find you Break those chains that bind you One night will remind you How we touched and went our separate ways

[mainegoulart]

Respect your elders, shut up and listen. I wished I had listened more.

[mainegoulart]

April Fools.

Earlier today I saw a photograph of you. Standing in a place where I once stood with you. You had your arms around him, he had his arms around you and after many years of resenting you. The smile on your face made me feel good for you. And feeling good for you made me feel good too. So maybe now we go out and get that hot chocolate that we used to talk about. I think a friendship is something worth sowing. In my mind your cheeks are red, and you’re laughing at something that I said. I’m not sure what it is. And we’re blowing into paper cups, and we’re talking about the future that we think faces us. Taking trips that burned our tips, it feels to be too know that you’re company again. Going the way that we’re going. I think a friendship is something worth sowing. Put your hot chocolate on the ground. Slide around on the patch of ice, dance around on the grains of salt. Let’s leave our footprints in the snow. When our footprints disappear, no one will ever know we was here cause there’s no one around. This may as well be our hometown. Cause it reminds me of a walk in the woods, on a path in the dark in the middle of Maine, we were so young then. It reminds me of you having icicles in your hair sitting it the hot tub with all the house lights turned off. Face to face I wear your head on my shoulder hearing your laugh now reminds me of you squirting water in my eyes. I think a friendship is something worth sowing.

[mainegoulart]

True Story

Girl says to her blonde friend, "So I slept with a Brazilian man last night." The blonde replies with "OMG, you slut! Wait, how many is a Brazilian?!" smh