talking to myself.
To friendship, and the serendipitous
Circumstances pulling us together, quicker
Than moths’ to a flame.
And your courage to speak first.
To never ending conversations,
No room for even a short “good-bye”.
To countless belly laughs and
To non-stop heart-to-hearts,
The 2 a.m. drunk calls and therapy sessions.
To our one sided pep talks and un-heeded advice.
To frustration and heartbreak.
To your gift for avoidance;
Her name, my questions and our feelings.
To the anything-but-graceful tango we dance,
Stepping on each other’s toes, pressing on for normalcy.
To fearing those two words we spoke once before;
The “good-bye” we never wanted.
To this feeling of limbo;
Not wanting to be here nor there.
To lack of judgment,
And your scarce conscience.
To my regret,
And the beginning of our fall.
To an inability to keep your word,
Jumping back and forth in fear to face reality.
To my refusal to partake in a fabled life.
To my final straw.
To those who re-enter our lives,
Only to test our strength to kick them back out.
To accepting that which serves me well,
And saying goodbye to he who does not.
@1 week ago
Just received my third interview invitation for grad school, and I couldn’t be more excited (I’m sobbing).
It is so easy to get way too involved in the relationships you have, don’t have, want and don’t want. I’m tired of worrying over shit I can’t control when I have something so great going for me. I’m so excited for my future and I can’t believe it’s right here in my hands. 15 years in the making and it’s finally here. Let’s do this thang.@1 month ago
can we all agree too that the tackiest thing one can do is message their ex on valentines day? yes? okay, thank you.@1 month ago
i’m starting to wonder if the point of finding “the one” really just means finding someone who is your perfect fit of crazy, weird and quirky.@1 month ago
@1 month ago with 5 notes
How can one be petrified of being alone and yet terrified by any opportunity for intimacy?
Crave and spurn.
Does time heal or does time merely bandage the wound?
i’ve noticed the peak times when I’m reblogged and favorited is between the hours of 1am and 4am. hello fellow insomniacs.@2 months ago