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if i look back, i am lost
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@pizzasexandglitter
I’m mad at a fucking ghost.
Fuck you for dying so young.
I’m older than your forever age, now.
And I’m so fucking angry that we didn’t heal together. You’re gone and I’m mad at a gods damned ghost.
Six years and sometimes the grief takes me out at the fucking knees. I miss you, and I’m fucking angry.
Tumblr is seriously the reason I don’t get any work done at work.
It’s been like a decade and I’m back bitches
Falkan and Lysandra are related. Fight me on it.
Not having my daughter with me is wrecking me. I've been getting trashed every weekend and it's starting to effect the actual week.
He said it out loud, first.
On Friday night, we were driving home. And we took a longer route and so we talked. And we talked about Finley. And he just went "it blows my mind that I'm going to have a family of my own" And I may have cried a little. But it's okay. Because my daughter will have a father. One that's willing. And I will spend the rest of my life with the two people I love most.
Falling in love is terrifying. And it's beautiful and it's messy. But God damn, I fell. I'm still falling. And I don't think I'll ever stop.
Update
I moved back to idaho. I left my daughter while I get settled into living with my boyfriend and we are looking for a bigger place. He keeps saying things like "when we get her back" and it's making me so happy. Because I know this is real.and the next few months will fly and we will be a family. But I miss my kid. A lot.
Found out I'm not allowed to have any overtime at all ever again. Which apparently also translates to fucking me out of 10 hours from last month.
I finally understand what my friend meant by
"Relationship goggles the size of a glass bottom boat."
It makes me very happy knowing that the next time I go to Idaho (me) it will be permanent.
Because holy shit, I am so beyond ready to spend the rest of my life with you and wake up knowing you're there. Because fuck, I can hardly function most days because you ground me and without you here, I'm floating away. Because Gods above, the Fates were kind to me, and I get to have you. Every day. Forever. And that? That is what I've been waiting for. Because you are my home. I saw it in your eyes and felt it in your kiss. You are my home, and I won't have the strength to leave again, and I know you made me take a cab to the airport because you wouldn't have the strength to let me go again. Because about 9 weeks, 500 miles and a 7 hour drive are all that are keeping us apart. We're closing the distance and I'll finally be where my soul knew I should be all along. By your side. That is home. Wherever you go, I will go, too.
March is coming. And I'm in a panic. Today we actually talked about it. And holy shit. But today you were sad. Because minutes feel like hours. Hours feel like days. And these days feel like a lifetime. And my god. It hurt. Knowing that you're hurting. Because I'm not home. But baby, I'm coming. I try my best to keep my promises. And I never have made one I don't intend to keep. I'm coming to you, my dear. Because you are my home. And this time next year? I'll look at you and tell you "We made it" These days are hard for you And these nights might kill me. But baby, I'm coming home. December 18th, 2016.
Pretty sure I aged 5 years over the last few days.
He's going to be the death of me. I swear.
Breathe. Just Breathe.
I tried to make homes out of people. To etch a place for myself. Where I am comfortable. Where I am at ease and myself. And you are home, and I cannot wait to come back
I'm ready to home to him.
Sometimes I send my boyfriend a million snaps because I miss his dumb face.
He's my person. He let's me be me. He doesn't give a damn when I look like hell. He told me to dream bigger. He told me he'll be there every step of the way. He's my person. My soulmate. My other half. I love him. And I can't wait to go home to him.