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@themoonsawitall
My best friend asked me the other day,
“Is it weird that you were married and together for 5 years, and now she’s a stranger?”
It took me a long long time to answer.
I replied
“She was a stranger long before I ever left.”
-Lines from a book I’ll never write.
The mountains of Ruidoso, stay cool even in June. We went, in 2020. To celebrate our anniversary. It’s one of the memories I think about a lot. It was only me and you, then.
I wanted to go fishing, and you took me. I had the most fun on that trip. We went to Albertsons, and bought food to cook out. We had little to no utensils and no stove top. I remember how happy I was then.
Right after we got home, is when you started to feel far away. Those were the last moments I really felt you there with me. In love, the kind I thought I’d never have.
Fuck I miss you. I miss THAT you. I miss my friend.
I watched a video today, from my snap memories. You were talking to Oakley. And getting ready for bed. I laughed, and then I cried.
Do you know I still write to you here? You know this space exists in my life. So I wonder if you check.
I love you.
-C
Dear A and B,
After nearly two years, and being so so careful.. I finally caught covid.
It's scary. My body is having a hard time fighting it. I can already tell.
I miss you guys. I miss watching blacklist.
Life was so different a year ago... would you go back if you could?
Would I?
A,
I miss you.
Dear A,
It’s been 7 months since I left. It’s funny how often you cross my mind. Especially since I’ve been completely erased from yours. Every where is a memory, of you and B.
I hope you’re happy. And I’m sorry that happiness wasn’t with me. I wanted it to be. I so badly wanted to be that for you.
I love you, still.
Always.
I thought I loved her.
Turns out I didn’t know what love really was until I lost you.
My feet are always cold now.
And I wonder if you miss sleeping next to me.
My cold feet tangled in yours for warmth.
I think my bones knew, that last night.
You were mad at me.
It doesn’t matter why, now.
Something in my body said “hold her.”
And I did. I held you for hours.
Trying to memorize the way your chest and belly rose and fell as you breathed yourself into a deep sleep.
I often wonder if you woke up that morning and knew it would be the last time.
Did I look beautiful the last time you watched me, peaceful and quiet?
I didn’t feel beautiful in those last months.
You always swore I was.
I wish I’d believed you.
Maybe now I’d believe it.
I can’t count on my hands how many times a day I want to send you a stupid meme.
Or tell you about this new job I hate.
I packed all the memories into a box,
I hate that you gave it all to me.
I can’t throw them away.
So that huge box with every piece of our life...
It haunts my one bedroom apartment.
-Divorce Chronicles Part 1
“You won’t talk to me, but I have to let this out.”
straight people will never understand how therapeutic it is to hear the words “her girlfriend” or “his boyfriend” or how I ascend to heaven when I hear “her wife” and “his husband”
Female customer: “I don’t have a rewards card but my partner might.”
Me, ears perking up: “Great! Can I have their name?”
Customer: “It’s Stephanie ____”
Me: stupidly wide smile and faint twinkle in eyes because holy crap I’m not alone
These two women came up to my register with their twins and they called each other honey and their kids called them both Mom and my soul ascended to the heavens i was so happy
When I worked as a contractor I knocked on a heavily pregnant woman’s door and she said she’d “have to talk to the missus” in a heeeeavy outback accent and I actually forgot how to speak for a second and had to explain that I’m not homophobic I’m just super gay and hearing her say that launched my souls directly to nirvana
My soul when I see Queer people visibly and openly living their best Queer lives:
LGBT visibility is so important for this reason and more.
Full and finished short-story of the black cat. Please have a heart for black pets in general, animals do not deserve this kind of hostility. Please give credit when reposting, Thank you :)
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
There are some memories that never fade.
The book of us has many worn pages to prove that.
There is one page, the corner is folded down.
But the memory is as clear as a blue sky in July.
I visit that memory often.
It was late at night, maybe 10pm.
You asked “do you wanna see a zebra?”
I didn’t believe you were taking me to see a real zebra.
We pulled off the road and you shined your headlights into a fenced off field.
And there were zebras.
I was so excited. And you just smiled at me.
It’s funny now I realize, zebras don’t belong in west Texas.
And neither do I.
I visit that memory often.
She is-
She is- the first warm day of spring. When I feel the sun hit my face and realize I’ve been cold for so damn long.
She is- the the ocean at Bodega Bay, when I haven’t been in a while. I step close to the shore line and the freezing water washes over my toes and the smell of salt fills my nose.
She is- walking into my parents house after being gone for way too long. And a feeling of calm and home washes over me.
She is- that every day first sip of perfectly made coffee at 4 am. Calming and familiar.
She is-waking up at 10 am on a Sunday and hearing rain on the tin roof of our apartment. She smiles at me before touching my nose and making me giggle.
She is- the moon that I love to admire. I’m amazed by every single phase— and yet she’s always so far out of reach.
She is- the ending of my favorite book. I always know how it will end, yet I still open the book whenever the need for that thrill arrives.
She is- like going to sleep and knowing the sun will rise again. And even if it didn’t, at least I got to sleep next to her.
if your dom is older you call him daddy, but what if he’s younger? what am i supposed to call a hot attractive dom who is younger than me?
him: *chokes me*
me, wheezing: your grip is getting stronger, sport
this is why tumblr is worth pennies now
To be fair this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read
Is this not The Great Gatsby fanfiction?
I hate this fucking website
Sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and call you. Or send you a text. And remind you that I’m still here. I’m still waiting for you. But then I remember. You know. You know I’m still here. But you don’t care.
-letters to a ghost
We’ve over played this song on repeat for 11 years.
And every time you go, these beautiful words flow from my hands and onto paper. And at least I had that.
I didn’t have you.
But I was still making words on paper sound like bliss.
And it helped me cope.
This time hurts so badly that I can’t even write. It’s been over a month now. And it still hurts.
-letters to a ghost.
