Sometimes I wish that after he gets out of my car because he’s angry/hungry/tired without kissing me goodbye, that he’d walk the mile to my house shortly thereafter and say, “I’m sorry I was being that way…I know you didn’t do anything wrong,” and kiss me.
Did I say sometimes? I meant always.
There’s a part of me that still hopes he’ll show up, even though I already got my keys back.
I’m tired of being the only one to reach out…to make amends…to make sure the other person knows that I love them, despite what’s happening right now.
Maybe I just love differently than most.
In order to date me you must be willing to do the following:
- cuddle and never stop
- hold my hand everywhere we go
- eat gross amounts of food with me
- go on adventures
- wake me up with kisses
- make blanket forts
It bears repeating.
Phoebe Buffay Best Comebacks
I think I’ve watched 3 episodes of Friends, collectively. But this…this is gold.
together at lastthis was my peach yesterday when were on rainbow road and I kept falling.
It’s weird cause you kept making the lonk faces when I was winning OOOOOOHHHH
Florence and the Machine - Stay With Me (Sam Smith cover)
[live @ Orange Warsaw Festival 06.14.2014] xx
This is out of this world.
florence my goddess.
Sometimes, like right now, I consciously zoom out from where I’m sitting/standing. Keep going until I leave the borders of this city, the borders of this state, the borders of this country, the atmosphere, the solar system, the galaxy. Past stars and rocks and dust and planets, through the silence and light. I continue until I’ve reached the furthest imaginable, unobservable edges of the entire universe and try to find myself in the midst of all that twinkling.
It’s only a few teaspoons of carbon-based chemicals coursing through my veins reacting with tiny electrical impulses that are making me feel this way right now. A physiological response to arbitrary meaning attached to the actions and words of others. The biological manifestation we call “emotions”. Combined with the curse of a soul and language, this perspective from the edge of everything that exists…the cold silence with no breeze, only the slight tug of magnetism pulling at the star dust and minerals in my blood…it’s here that I realize the scope of what’s happening in my mind, body and proverbial heart.
What feels, to me, to be exploding through my physical being and occupying the space within a few miles’ radius of where I happen to be at any given moment…is actually nothing. It’s so small in this larger picture that it’s undetectable. Using whatever superpower I pretend to have and can muster, I slowly descend back through the entirely of Space into myself…and allow that bubble of emotion that extends beyond myself to shrink as I get closer. I remember that I am only what I am. And that what I feel isn’t nearly as big as it feels. I realize that it’s even smaller inside me than I’d originally perceived. It’s a Molotov Cocktail of hormones and a little bit of electricity. And I’ve been holding onto the match for too long. I can set this down…or even dump it out.
Is this what meditation feels like? The systematic calming and control of your lymphatic and adrenal systems? Because when I try to meditate, there’s no such thing as “clearing my mind” or “hushing the voices”. But I can at least silence the static and all the other voices standing there where everything ends…and I carry that back with me for a few minutes before the tidal wave hits.
Aside from everything that comes out of Pam’s mouth and Ginger’s scream, this was the only good part of last night’s episode.