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my older brother always told me to be cautious with guys from the city. something about their sensitivity to love being affected by the busy streets.

I once dated a writer and

Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

(Source: ofheightsandhollows, via thenotoriousbigpoppa)

chomp.

i went to see someone who is very, very special perform at joe’s pub

last night

i’ve known him for the last few months 

we had to part ways on our journey together a couple weeks back

it was for the best. 

i have never met a guy like him

he is filled with beautiful blue light and stars and everything

i had heard a couple of his songs in his room

when we were apart, his performances on youtube filled the emptiness

i like that his words are so applicable to any relationship

my friend who came with me noted that some of the songs weirdly relevant

funny, it did feel like some were about me and that was scary

there was one “see you around” that i feared while we were.

he dedicated it his siblings but as he started singing he messed up 

i yelled “yolo” & he laughed then nodded…”yeah, yolo” & kept singing

it was amazing

he sung a song to me on our first date

i could never remember the name of it and

humming it never turned out quite right

his lovely friend sung it and boom.

it hit me & i looked inside

back to a month prior to our disconnect

blake running, dizzy, through the dark forest

i, wanted to be his light

he was the wolf and i the moon

the blue stage lights boosted me back and i knew 

that i was just a speckle of light

after that i felt a release

everything was so sweet 

i picked up parts of me that were hanging close to the ground

my smile was unlimited

i loved the performances, the cheering, my gin and tonic

seeing him live was like somersaulting in my dreams

i felt pure, fine, raw love for him

the night went incredibly well.

i noticed that many things were funny within and around me.

things that alanis would have LOVED to put in the revival of  ’ironic’

i accepted them and they no longer were funny

i went in with the intention to feel and radiate love and it worked for me

thank u life. that was really cool. 

 

I believe in god