February 2012
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Birthday weekend with all my best friends.
Twenty-one is proving to be perfect… even if I’m only three days into it.
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tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a day for everyone to just love everyone. Nothing more, nothing less, and I think in a world like this, we need a day to love people. So there…
AND it’s my birthday.
But really,
Love.
California
Tonight the mountains won’t tuck us in, Help us sleep in the desert of possibilities. Cacti can weather any storms, Even when there are none to weather, They stand strong in their lonesome, No one holding them tight, Tonight. This morning. The sun won’t nudge us with it’s warmth, Wake us up with it’s rays of life. Palm trees won’t stand stoically, As if they’re meant to guide us home, Above the...
January 2012
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“Some days my heart beats so fast
my ribcage sounds like a fucking railroad...”
– Andrea Gibson (via loveyourchaos
)
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“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are...”
– Sylvia Plath
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if my son is gay
son: mom... i'm gay
me: what was that?
son: i'm... gay
me: HA! KNEW IT!
son: wh...what?
husband: what's going on?
me: OUR SON'S GAY!
husband: oh god.
son: wait, is that okay?
husband: no, i mean yes, it's definitely okay, just, er... your mother...
me: ARE YOU DATING ANYONE?
son: i—
me: YOU CAN DATE WHOMEVER YOU WANT
son: that's great mom bu—
me: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
husband: your mother has this thing about ga—
me: I'M GOING TO BAKE YOU A CAKE
son: mom that really isn—
me: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN GLEE? HAVE I EVER SHOWN IT TO YOU?
husband: shit
me: WHAT ABOUT X-MEN?
son: dad, what's going o—
me: WE ARE GOING TO STAY UP LATE AND TALK ABOUT BOYS
husband: walk away slowly son i'll try to handle your moth—
me: YOU CAN HAVE AS MANY SLEEPOVERS AS YOU WANT WITH BOYS OR GIRLS AS LONG AS IF IT'S BOYS THEY'RE CUTE
son: i'm scared
husband: it's okay. i was worried that this was going to happen
me: I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG
THIS IS MY LIFE.
December 2011
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A love poem for the heartless.
When was the last time you fell in love she asks, As if to say it happens all the time. Every text a love letter with more emotion than a Shakespeare sonnet. Our minds always on others. I know she asks not with open intentions, And when I say what I am thinking judgment will be thrown, But since you’re asking, I fell in love a few months ago, Children open our hearts to new extremes, Everyone...