You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.” Bob Marley
And then it just hit me…
Like a bullet straight to the chest. One moment you are just walking along, meandering your way through life, gobbling up the little scraps of joy that are tossed in your corner like the savage you are, and the next, something as simple as a phone call can send everything you were into some flurry of devastation. Simplicity, innocence and laughter, all wiped from your slate. Your broken smile laying in razor sharp shards on the floor.
How one person can affect so many people with one careless, selfish decision, I can not even begin to fathom. My heart bleeds for the lost souls of the two innocent little girls that will fall victim to this atrocity. I can’t bear to think about all the anger, pain and sorrow that will haunt them for the rest of their cognicent lives. It makes me see red to think that so many terrible things could happen to such helpless creatures. I vowed a long time ago that I wouldn’t let any magnitude of the pain that I went through, affect anyone that I love, yet here I am, watching them slip through my helpless fingers- the girl that is the center of my
Universe and the one I just learned of, that my small, iron-clad heart has already expanded for.
I promise to do whatever I can to minimize the inevitable damage that wil result after this day, my loves, but I fear it will not be enough.
I am so fucking sorry that you got dealt this hand. I curse this cruel world for you, my little ones.
These guys are fantastic.
“I have my books…
..and my poetry to protect me”
Oh, Simon and Garfunkel, how you get me so.
Im starting to blame many of my anti-social tendencies on the fact that I read too much. Getting caught up in a story is easier than focusing on my own problems and for the most part, most books have a happy resolution. It’s not real life. Unless, of course, I’m on one of my Russian Literature, Bukowski or palahniuk kicks.
I will never find someone as gallant as Mr.Darcy, as brave as Harry Potter, as mysterious as Gatsby, or as passionate as Heathcliff.
Real life is just so much more disappointing, after reading these great stories.
Real life is ugly. there are no happy endings, the good characters often meet an ugly demise at the hands of the villain. It is merciless, cruel and unforgiving.
For now, while I am still unable to face reality, I will bury my face in these fantastic tales to shield myself from my own story.
It creeps me out when women bump and grind against random strangers to ‘music’ that regards females in a degrading manner. * in response to my roomates actions*
Are you asking to get raped, really? Have some class
What the fuck is happening to me?
I believe it’s called a burn out.
Product of: emotional breakdowns, illnesses, being overworked and under appreciated, insomnia, insane amounts of bullshit, and lack of a substantial closeness with any given person
A customer brought this in for me as a present to bake with. For those of you who don’t know, this Mexican vanilla is super rare to find and has the most intense and rich vanilla flavor I’ve ever experienced. It means so much to me that people care and believe in my success. I was actually contemplating giving up baking when this happened, and now I know there’s no way I can. Nicest thing ever.
Shows this week: Margot and the nuclear so and so’s, and the SPF festival with Santigold, the naked and the famous and imagine dragons. I’m so glad I bought all these tickets before I got poor :)
