This is my first tumblr which I've realized (with much dread) that I cannot password protect. My sentimentality will get the better of me one day, but for now I'm keeping this because, well, I'm pretty sure nobody cares about the drama here.
Hello. :)
this is why I love you:
because a few mornings after that I was crying, unable to get ready for school, crying at the slightest provocation because I missed you oh-so-very-much, with a heavy heart and a heaving chest and all I wanted was to hear from you to hear your voice, your smile, that you were there but you weren’t I was too slow and missed my chance “Sorry, love, wrong timing,” you said, and I knew it was, knew you wanted to sort out a lot of things knew I shouldn’t take it against you but I did I was angry with you for the rest of the day and at some point I had gotten okay with my anger, told myself that I shouldn’t need you, convinced myself that I was being silly for thinking that I did you asked to call that night, asked, “did I do something?” (you didn’t, it was all me, stupid me) said, “you don’t seem very happy with me,” (I wasn’t happy with anything) promised, “I’m always here for you,” (no, actually, you weren’t) we dropped that call, you sounding miserable, me angry, miserable, sad, selfish, and I asked to call you back you tried to cheer me up, tried to send me cute photos and funny links they were nice, but they were from you and I was decided to stay angry you tried to cheer me up, when asking what was wrong didn’t work
this is why I love you:
because tonight I was sad and angry
at the world and at you
for no real reason and nothing I can remember
and then you asked me,
“What’s your favourite food?” at a time when the thought of food almost made me sick
“I want to learn how to make it for you,” you said,
you prodded,
you sounded like you really wanted to know.
“Please think about it and tell me?”
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Brave heart
I swear that we’ll forget him
so keep beating, heart of mine.
When we wake to our own thoughts
instead of his, you’ll know we’re fine.When we can stand without his arms
and we can see without his eyes,
When we can walk without his hands
leading our feet through misty skies.When we can laugh without his smile
and we can smile without his lips,
Then you’ll know that we’ll survive
and that we’ll live without his kiss.-Me (JNH)
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Things I can deal with:
heat
humidity
wet, wet rain
cold
tired
deadlines and sleepless nights
Things that leave me feeling like a crumbled and discarded bit of old paper:
you, shooing me
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youre allowed to feel bad and i still like you when youre unhappy
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Beautiful words by one of my favorite writers @timoteijosh <3 #calligraphy #calligraphyph
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and I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so bad I’d settle for less than lips. I’d suck salt off your fingers like a fucking animal.
I’m sorry
I don’t know if I can go out with you tonight
It’s not because of my work
Not because I’m too busy
It’s sadly because
I don’t know if I can think of you
without remembering how you made me feel last night –
small, self-centered, wrong
– sick to my stomach and close to throwing up
because of a misunderstanding
because of nothing new at all
I don’t know if I can talk to you face to face, love
Not right now
Not when I have to remind myself that I love you
I’m sorry
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