#scrptask

[bennett-delaney-blog]

ONE TAUGHT ME LOVE // TASK 001.3

♥ Where do I even begin with this one? I know we’ve been through the wringer. We’re up and down and left and right and sometimes it feels like we’re going to break our necks with the whiplash. But we can’t escape the feeling we give each other. It’s natural and effortless and otherwise full of warmth.

♥ We can be terrible for each other sometimes. We can be mean and harsh and say things we wouldn’t say sober. But I’m addicted. I’m in this and I’m in this for the long haul. We’re a few years in at this point and I know sometimes it feels like it can end in a split second but it makes me feel alive.

♥ I’m glad we aren’t a domesticated pair of men who meander around like nothing bad is ever going to happen. I’ve seen it happen, you’ve been there when it happens. We’re chaotic and crazy and so in love, it’s scary sometimes.

♥ My dad would’ve loved you. He would’ve treated you like this own son. My mom knows about you, probably more than you would want her to but once I get started talking about you I just can’t stop. The words fall from my tongue like an effortless song I’ve been singing on repeat since I met you. You’ve taught me the meaning of love, Rich. I’ve never loved a man the way I love you. It’s the kind of love I can feel in my bones, in the very core of my being and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover from it.

♥ But truthfully? I don’t want too. Every once in a while I think about if I could live in this chaotic, beautiful, technicolor love we have for the rest of my life and I always seem to come up with the same answer. Yes. But will I admit that to you? One day. Not yet, but one day, Rich Rockwell. One day I’ll say yes. You’ll see.

{ @rich-rockwell }

[bennett-delaney-blog]

ONE TAUGHT ME PATIENCE // TASK 001

≫ There was something about you that drew me in the very first time we ever spoke. You were loud and brazen and right in the face of everything I thought I knew. I thought I knew what the cocktail of chaos and fun tasted like before I met you, but I wasn’t even in the right universe with my definition.

≫ We were bad for each other. I imagine we still would be if we ever met again. But at that time you had my heart. You took all of the broken pieces and glued them back together with alcohol and cocaine and sex and poor decisions. For some reason, we thought that was enough to sustain a relationship until the end of time. But then we broke every promise we ever made and those rings meant nothing anymore. Those drunken sweet nothings were completely void of the meaning they once held. All of the secrets I told you were exposed in front of the whole world.

≫ I trusted you. You trusted me. And we hurt each other. You were the biggest mistake I ever made. In contrast, I was the best decision you ever settled on. We both agreed on this. We understood it. We took it for what it was.

≫ You taught me that love needs to be patient and soft and honest and real. We didn’t have any of that. We were just two stupid kids who thought they knew what they were doing, but we were wrong. We were toxic.

≫ But you know what? I’ve learned from my mistake. So thank you for being exactly what I didn’t need so that I could recognize exactly what I deserve.

[iamjacobmann]

Jacobs Family-Task

My family.  What is there to really say about my family?  I grew up in an ordinary house with ordinary parents. Nothing dramatic or overly special went down in my house.  I grew up as an only child, with two loving parents who made sure we got all that we needed.  Unfortunately their business required them to travel a lot, so I often had free run of the house.  It wasn't all bad though.  I was able to have anybody over whenever I wanted which meant more parties, as well as other things.  When they were around, we had some family time.  I think by them being away so often, when they were around, it mad our time together all the more special.

[princesscharlottekerr]

My Family Tree-Task

My twin brother and I were born 17 short years ago to the best parents in the entire world.  Our parents made decent money and they provided us with anything we could ever need in life, well also not spoiling us. They did not want us to get big heads and become entitled spoiled brats.  Sometimes, I did not get that, because they had the money, so why couldn't we just use it as we please?  But today, as I sit here writing this, I am glad they did not just give in to our every whim.  If they had, I would not be the person I am today.  Sure I love material things as much as the next person, but because of how I was raised, I learned to appreciate them a lot more.  Our parents are extremely religious and would try to raise us in the eye of the lord.  Callum and I never really got in to the whole religious thing, which caused a bit of a strain on our relationships with our parents.

Ever since we were little my twin, Callum and I were the best of friends.  He was the one I always confided it, and vice versa.  We were protective of the other.  If somebody hurt one of us, they would have to deal with the other.  That's just how it was,  I can honestly say that I got blessed with the best brother in the entire world.  Maybe its due to the fact that were twins, we shared everything, even before we were born.  Maybe that made us so close.  But one things for sure, I would not change having him as my brother, my best friend, my everything. 

[wakefieldshqinfo]

My family life-Task

I was born to a loving mom and dad, or at least thats what I thought,  We always did things together and were really close.  All of that changed however when I turned 3.  I got ill that hear, and ended up going deaf.  Apparently that was to hard for my dad to deal with and so he left my mom and I.  I was devastated.  How could my father, who I loved and adored, just leave me like I was nothing?  My little 3 year old brain could not comprehend it.  My mom stuck around and raised me.  The two of us grew even closer.  She was now my mom and dad.  My mother did everything she could to provide me with everything I wanted and needed, but what I wanted most of all was my dad to come home, but he never did.  Due to us only having one income now, my mother had to work all of the time, often having to leave me with a babysitter or a I got older by myself.  I never resented my mother for it however, because I knew that she was just trying to provide me with the best possible life.  My mother is my whole world and I honestly don't know what I would do without her.  She has been my rock threw everything.  Mom and I were not about to live a luxurious life, in fact we often had to live on the poverty line. I was jealous when I saw all my friends houses and how much more they had than I did.  Why did life had to deal me this set of cards?  That's something I often wondered, to which I never received an answer.

[plsmaya]

Life as a foster kid task: 03/??

Besides Jesse I have had a lot of other siblings, most of which have grown extremely close to my heart. It's always hard saying goodbye to a new group of kids when I'm moved from another home, but that's why I take photos. I have albums filled with kids that I've helped take care of, ones that would do my hair and others that would kick me in the shins when I cheated at Candyland. They became like real siblings to me, we'd fight and call each other names but we always cared about each other cause at the end of the day we were all in the same boat. That's the hardest part about moving, wondering what happens to them when I'm gone.

I've never gotten attached to any foster parents, and it's very rare for them to ever try and reach out to me. They're watching so many kids that sometimes it's not like I can blame them. Of course there's those parents who leave me wondering why they even signed up to take in foster kids, literally awful human beings. Like I said though, I would always have Jesse and he always made sure that I was safe. It gets tiring moving around and sometimes I really wish that I had a stable family to go home to, a house that has little pencil marks of how tall I was on a doorframe, with a tree in the front yard that I fell out of and broke my arm. I want stability and a family to call my own.

[andrew--lupa-blog]

"Hey! So, I was trying to figure out what do do at this talent show. I wanted to enter, but I also didn’t know what to do. I would sing like most people, but obviously that isn’t much of an option" He says chuckling. "I don’t think competitive swimming is a talent for a talent show either. I was actually sitting at the piano, playing this song , which is one I play whenever I want to think, when I was like ‘hey! Why don’t I do this? duh!’ So, here I am! This is one of my all time favorite songs and I just absolutely love it, so here ya go! This is How He Loves by John Mark McMillan"

[mayfairsarah-blog]

TASK 002: Family Essay

I grew up in a family of three. My mom was born and raised as a Christian, and when she met my non-believing dad, she was scared of falling in love with a guy who wouldn't follow her to heaven. Well, they fell in love anyway, and even though they kinda fought on religious things, they still get along well. I think it's the love thing. Anyway, my mom found out pretty early that her chances of having a baby were one in a million. I'm their miracle child, the one that wasn't supposed to happen. They babied the hell out of me growing up, but they were smart, too. They raised me right. I guess they felt kinda guilty about me growing up alone, because they got me a dog when I was little and raised me with dogs. I've had seven so far. When I was 13, I'd already been through the loss of two dogs, and I ended up convincing my parents to let me get a tattoo to commemorate them. They've always been pretty liberal. I mean, when they found out I was gay and being bullied for it, they didn't even bat an eye when they packed up and moved for me. All they want is for me to happy, and I think that's the way it should be. I get along with them pretty well. We have our fights but we're honestly a pretty happy family. They go on date nights a lot. I always pretend I'm disgusted when they kiss, but it's kinda cute. They give me a lot of freedom... they trust me to make my own decisions. My dad is where I get my height from, he's short for a dude, my mom's taller. I get my hair and my eyes from my mom. She says I have my dad's smile. It gets kinda lonely only having them, but it's better than nothing.