#for brookie

[girl-withthecinderblockgarden]

When you have a dream about your best friend actually being alive and then it fucks u up when you wake up and realize that’s she’s still dead and her three year deathiversary is in two weeks 🙃🔫

[girl-withthecinderblockgarden]

Okay so last night I had a dream that my friend Allie and I made a movie in honor of our friend Brookie who passed away and at the movie premiere, Brookie had come back to life to watch it and I asked her if she had liked it, and she was like “no, I can’t believe I came back for this shit” and I was so offended that I woke up

[girl-withthecinderblockgarden]

I'm assuming Brooke was your sister? I saw your bh6 post and I get it. My older brother died this summer and when I first saw it I bawled and kept drawing similarities with Hiro. I'm sorry about Brooke. So yeah, sorry if this was kinda loaded

Brookie wasn’t my sister, but close enough. She was my best friend of 14 years. I’m so sorry about your brother. I’m glad to know you also could relate to Hiro.

[girl-withthecinderblockgarden]

God, you vulture. Bring her back or take me with her.

She's mine, you stay away from her. It's not her time.

[girl-withthecinderblockgarden]

The Secret To Immortality

I have a secret You want to know what it is? I’ll let you in on it. I know the secret to immortality. It is not, as once suggested by a clever author, and later by an outlandish sweet transvestite, to create another life. No. The secret of immortality, is to know a writer. To know a writer is to never die. To be immortalized not only in concrete words, but in the way your laugh turns into a snort when it’s rumbling through your body. To be celebrated through more than the loops and turns of cursive on paper, but also through the loops and turns of your feet when you dance your heart out. To be glorified within the clicking of an ever-present and steady pen, and in the clicking of your tongue ring that you run along your bottom teeth To be exalted in syllables ever so beautifully strung together, and in moments of joy when the Pacific Ocean touches your feet To be commemorated, not through the sorrowful and grieving aches of words typed in a haze of confusion and tears, but through the way your light and love could heal even the most wounded of souls. To be honored in more than the disjointed letters of your obituary, but in the way your own letters always curled upwards, just like the radiant smile ever-present on your face. To be remembered for more than the tearful and choked-on words of your eulogy, but for the way your kindness and bravery could leave no room for sadness. To be immortal, not in the shake of my hands when I write your name these days, but in the shake of your laughter, a lovely ghost curling and whispering in my ear. For you, Brooklyne, my best friend, I have a secret. The secret of immortality, is to know a writer. To know a writer is to never die. And I give my promise to you… you never will. 7/24/14

[kayla-the-friendly-ghost]

"..though, I don't know how you can be the queen of heart's without a heart of your own," The Mad-Hatter joked crazily before giving Alice a goofy grin. Alice couldn't help but to giggle and shake her head at her beloved. He was trying his best to calm her nerves before they walked into Wonderland once again to retrieve what imp needed. It was working.

"Oh, Darling, I do hope our child inherits your wonderful face," Alice quipped back while walking hand-in-hand through the looking glass. At the mention of their unborn child, Jefferson turned her to face him and dropped on his knees, wrapping his hands around her protruding belly. 

"Yes, our child," he cooed and nuzzled his face into her belly. Alice was filled with happiness at her family and was about to say something when she felt an undeniable pain in her lower stomach, gasping and bringing her hands to her stomach.

Jefferson was quick to respond. "What-what's wrong?" I wanted to wave him off and say it was fine but before I could, another hit of pain hit my stomach.

"The baby!" Alice gasped out and watched as Jefferson had a flash of horror on his face and jumped up, wanting to scoop her in his arms and bring her back.

"There isn't time!" She shook her head and he helped lay her down. "We're going to have to have the baby here." Alice's met the panicked ones of her husband. Panicked not just because the unexpected birth of their child, but also panicked because of what they both knew. One had to stay behind.

[girl-withthecinderblockgarden]

This is probably super-cheddary, but...

… hearing my best friend tell me she was proud of me made my day.

We’ve been best friends since we were 6 years old, and we’re still sticking together 13 (almost 14) years later. In all our time as friends, we’ve never told each other that.

We’re not as close as we used to be in the past; but it’s a comfortable distance. It’s that distance that isn’t truly a gap at all; rather, it’s us doing our own thing with our own friends while still being the same people we’ve always been with each other.

So, hearing that today from her just moved me and reminded me that no matter how far apart we may drift in life, we’ll always matter to each other.

~End gushy rant~

[girl-withthecinderblockgarden]

Me: *Discussing my gynocologist appointment* It's supposed to last an hour or so.

Brooke: An hour?! What the fuck are they doing down there, construction work?