Magic Art Print by Jaco Haasbroek
Just when I think I will stop bleeding all over everything, I see him driving down State Street while I’m inside the pizza place with friends, and it all rushes back. The “what ifs”, the “whys?”, and what happened between him and me. Sure this too shall pass, but its taking fucking forever. Why did seven months do so much damage? How could I have been so reckless? Was it because it really was love? I haven’t ached this badly since Trent and sometimes it feels one-hundred times worse because it all feels so new. There are very few moments now when its such a relief to forget about him, but then I’m all alone & nothing helps comfort the thought that he let me go…
I was not made to be a mother.
I had too stricken a heart, so I wore red shoes to stay apart.
Where did you take me that night so black & still?
He had a badge and a gun, and somewhere, even, had a wife.
He took my face & tore my hips and planted in their place something new and strange and near to love.
Things I learned this week:
•I can impress with my music taste.
•I have a sense of humour. Wait, I think I already knew that…
•I don’t need to try & impress anyone, yet I’m going to keep trying anyway.
•I can “crush” certain people just by leaving.
•Just because I’m advanced in every other department doesn’t mean I have to be advanced in the jaded category.
When relationships become a ledger of profit & loss you have no friends, no loved ones, just pluses and minuses. — The voice of John Teller, Sons of Anarchy
“There are other things that have happened, things I never wanted to think or write about because I was afraid of being rash, in case everything straightened itself out. It might still. I could ring, send a text, but they seem such poor approximations of communication. If I can’t sort out what’s in this head, how can I put it into intelligible sentences?”
Remember. It could be worse. And it’s rarely as bad as you believe it to be.
Unless, of course, you’re being chased by a dinosaur. It doesn’t really get any worse than that.
Photo via Smile Inducers.
Don’t get in a relationship if you’re going to leave a man if he cheats on you. Because 99% of the time he’s going to cheat. If you’re going to be with a man for 50 years, what are you going to do, blindfold him? Plus, that’s what you liked about him when you met him anyway— he was exciting, spontaneous, having sex in the movie theater. Men don’t really change. That’s just how it is. For some people, that’s too real of a thing. — The-Dream keeps it really real. (via pitchfork)
WARNING: The apparent compatibility of common household objects may now make you wistful.