But tell it me once more; I am no stranger to bad news.

[whisperjustin]

How would you feel
If unwillingly tacked to a museum's grand wall
Was yourself
To be appraised by such ignorant eyes?

(Ignorant may in fact be the understatement of the century.)

Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place,
but far more difficult still,
to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

Can everyone

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guess who I am!

[anonymous]

I love how I felt like I could talk to you about anything..
I hate that I doubt that feeling now.
I remember one time you told me that you felt like were best friends even though we'd only known each other "two minutes."
I admired you for being so open although you were broken.
I love your smile, and how excited you'd get about fudgescicles.
I hate that I never get to see your face anymore.
I loved watching you play guitar, anywhere and everywhere.
I loved when I'd get random text-messages from you..like the day after I met you and how they'd be somewhat gangster everytime.
I hate that it's so hard to get ahold of you.
I love the memories:
Big Earl
Emerald and Morris
Derek
Whalom Park (thank you for giving me the rollercoaster lightbulb.)
The day I brought you a fudgescicle and watched you do your calculus homework.
Listening to Spill Canvas in the driveway of my house.
Being so upset when you had to go home..and begging you not to go.
The hug you gave me at one of your shows..you know the one where you spinned me around-that was one of the best hugs I have ever received.
Your grandfather's birthday party.. and escaping to find food.

I hate that the last time I hungout with you was over a month and a half ago.
I loved when you'd look up from the counter at work and be thrilled that we were there..just to see you.
I hate that you aren't like that when we come anymore.
It's not right anymore, but I am happy that it once was almost perfect and you were a part of that.