Day 35.
Pencil to paper.
fingertips to keys.
mouth to receiver.
but you’re still gone.
And I’m still here.
day after day.
And after all this time, you think I might learn to expect that you’re not coming back. But I don’t. And I haven’t.
And it’s the last thing I want to write about,
The one thing I wasn’t right about.
but the first thing on my mind when I wake up.
Oh, this heart’s a sinking ship.
it’s no wonder you abandoned it.
These pictures they’re still in their frames.
snapshots of more hopeful days.
The kind that remind me of flower crowns and beach sunsets.
The kind that hurt so much, I’d just as soon forget.
But I’m learning how to hold my hands.
How to sit up straight.
How to smile when I’d rather flinch.
The beauty in learning to take a compliment.
The grace that comes only when you’ve been faced with a seemingly impossible task-
letting go.
"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."
Victor Hugo (via gaywrites)
6 Types of Love
134539Eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at onceStorge
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarityPragma
love that is driven by the head, not the heartMania
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous loversAgape
selfless altruistic love; spiritual
(Source: Wikipedia)
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I don’t know what its like to land and not race through your door
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I’m not sure that I really ever could
Hold on to your hotel key in your bedroom neighborhood
Me sleep-walkin in Hollywood
I’m gonna steer clear
I’d burn up in your atmosphere
I’m gonna steer clear
Cause I’d die if I saw you
I’d die if i didn’t see you there
So i don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I’d get lost on the boulevard
Without your voice to tell me I love you take a right
the ten and the two is the loneliest sight
I’m gonna steer clear
I’d burn up in your atmosphere
I’m gonna steer clear
Cause I’d die if I saw you
I’d die if I didn’t see you
I’m gonna steer clear, oh yeah
I’d burn up in your atmosphere
I’m gonna steer clear
Cause I’d die if i saw you
I’d die if I didn’t see you there
See you there
Think I’m gonna stay, gonna stay in the gray
Think I’m gonna stay (gonna stay)
And the street lights say nevermind, nevermind
And the canyon lines say nevermind
The sunset says we see this all the time, nevermind
Never you mind
Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch your life play out in pictures from afar
Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch that pretty life play out in pictures from afar
Even when you’re alone, you’re home.
The most precious gift we’re given is the ability to redo. The hope of a reset, to start over. The grace and the humility that comes with repetition until we learn the lessons that we need to, in order to REALLY move forward, not sideways.
Moving to Dallas left a gaping hole in my heart where my friends used to be.
Some people are rooted from birth, into families that are a shelter from the over stimulation of our fast paced world, and cities.
I found my roots in many places along the way- From Brooklyn, to London- to the West Coast. and although I didn’t realize it at the time, I see now how expansive my foundation is.
so much so that for the first time in my life, I found myself homesick.
And that sorrow is exactly what made me realize how fortunate I am. To have a family I’ve chosen. A family on this earth and a Father in heaven who led me to them, and while I miss their faces, and our time together, as with everything else that is grown with love and care and tears, this is not the end.
Only a new chapter.
Goodnight Molly (Taken with instagram)
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