lazy mornings
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lazy mornings
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
Offering your chest to Corbeau when he gets stressed. He never admits that he’s stressed, but you can see how tense his shoulders are. You eventually coax him into lying down with you, scratching idly at his scalp as he drifts in and out of sleep. You kiss his forehead, and tell him that you love him. He lets out a sleepy mumble, something that sounds like “you too”.
In return, Corbeau does the same when you’re stressed. Without giving you a choice, he pulls you into his chest, and traces up and down your back. He kisses your temple, and whispers sweet nothings against your skull, mostly about how happy he is to have met you.
Blessed from him, always♥️🥺
Put ‘er there, cowboy
✨🦇 MCC SCOTT GOLDSMITH 🦇✨
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I am so friggin bummed I missed the live for MCC 😭
I can't explain how happy i am when the "oh oh" shows up in a fanfic