four letter word.
you turn the radio up until the speakers pop. then you turn it down one notch. this is how we listen to music. it bangs around inside your brain, reverberating on the sharp, driving insides of your head. close your eyes, lean your seat back, and fade the fuck away. most likely the biggest sense of peace you'll feel for years to come. you don't need anyone else, when you're stranded in this car, like this.
here's the thing, you can love it and lose it, and get it back and love it more, and you can smell the smells, taste the tastes, see life for what it is, the beauty in the smallest things, and still there's something else. there's somewhere you have to be. life isn't just something you do before you die. death is something you do after you've lived...at least, if you're lucky. every day is a new day. you can wake up and reinvent yourself, or you can wake up and search harder to find who you really are. the choice is yours.
last night this boy brought me two white roses through the drive thru. it was...sweet? I'm not certain. I was too busy being nauseous, and wanting to sleep more.
I think the kindest thing I do for other people is love them for who they are, not who I want them to be. everyone has their shit that they have to live through. everyone has their flaws. no one person can be beautiful all of the time...even if you think their flaws are gorgeous...there are still times when you think a person is ugly. loving someone means holding them through those times. times when they smell really awful, and are yelling at you for no apparent reason. times when they can't seem to get their life together, and don't really seem to want to try. times when they do nothing but make you cry, and feel like shit...because it's not about you. it's about the weight of your relationship. how important that is to you.
I am really grateful for my family and my friends. I am a very lucky person.
here's the thing, you can love it and lose it, and get it back and love it more, and you can smell the smells, taste the tastes, see life for what it is, the beauty in the smallest things, and still there's something else. there's somewhere you have to be. life isn't just something you do before you die. death is something you do after you've lived...at least, if you're lucky. every day is a new day. you can wake up and reinvent yourself, or you can wake up and search harder to find who you really are. the choice is yours.
last night this boy brought me two white roses through the drive thru. it was...sweet? I'm not certain. I was too busy being nauseous, and wanting to sleep more.
I think the kindest thing I do for other people is love them for who they are, not who I want them to be. everyone has their shit that they have to live through. everyone has their flaws. no one person can be beautiful all of the time...even if you think their flaws are gorgeous...there are still times when you think a person is ugly. loving someone means holding them through those times. times when they smell really awful, and are yelling at you for no apparent reason. times when they can't seem to get their life together, and don't really seem to want to try. times when they do nothing but make you cry, and feel like shit...because it's not about you. it's about the weight of your relationship. how important that is to you.
I am really grateful for my family and my friends. I am a very lucky person.