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NotesRode my horses three times today.
Cried into the ocean’s salty water.
Got really sunburnt.
Bought new Vans.
Got him a new t shirt even though things are a wreck.
Shot a shotgun three times to get out my frustration.
Still uber depressed.
Will always be depressed until this mess is fixed or ditched.
It’s so hard not texting him.
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Notes DreamingClosing my eyes at night I can see your face. It’s flawless like always, tiny wrinkles accenting your bright smile. I knocked on your door and you eagerly opened it. Finally, we both think and melt into each other’s arms. It feels right, warm, happy, perfect. Everything with you has always been perfection. I should have never gone through that moment of doubt…even during then you were perfect. You are perfect now even though you seem done with me. In this dream we are back together. My world starts slowing down again with every time we lock eyes. This isn’t reality but it feels so real and true. I knew you were the one for me and here we are back together, but it’s only a dream still. This dream is reoccurring…I’ve had it every night since the last night I saw your handsome face. I remember looking back at you as I walked out that door…there you lay on the couch, exhausted emotionally and physically, and not willing to admit your love. I love you more than words can explain, and until you tell me that it is truly over in your heart and mind and you can explain why…I refuse to go anywhere. You’re the one for me, I know it. To be back in your arms, this pain is worth it. I miss you so bad. Please make this dream be real when I open my eyes every morning too.
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NotesI know that distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder, but what if that heart can’t let go of the past? What if that heart is not being used as much as it’s owner’s brain is? It’s only been since Tuesday and I’m insane with missing him and loving him. Gotta keep praying, I know what I feel has to be right!
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NotesThe last time my heart beat this off sync was the day I knew I was in love with you. You were someone else’s prize, but there you were in front of me…smiling…every time I see that smile my heart melts, even now. You have been the best person to ever appear in my life. You have made me independent from my parents, you have backed me up through thick and thin, you have completed what is missing from my life, you are literally my other half. You don’t judge me, you don’t make fun of me, you don’t put me down. I know I fucked up…I was weak when you needed me most and I gave in to the Devil. I let him fool me and comfort me when I thought that you couldn’t. I have never regretted a decision more in my life. That was the worst mistake I have ever made. I don’t expect you to forgive me or get over the way I hurt you, but I’m asking you to try. The next time I saw you at your weakest, I showed up…late, but I was there. I laid my life in front of you…offered you everything to make it up to you and you agreed! We tried, I thought things were good, you never told me that you weren’t getting better! Why couldn’t you tell me before you left? You could have told me. And now you’re home and more unsure about us than you have ever been before. And here I am crushed into the ground, my heart shattered into the tiniest pieces possible. I am broken. I cannot eat, I cannot sleep, I cannot focus, I have no motivation, I have no energy, I just want to cry and be back in your arms. It doesn’t make any sense at all how God can let me feel so positive that you’re the one He made for me and yet you’re so unsure. I know I messed up, I’m sorry, so sorry…I am 100% recommitted to you. I should have been a long time ago, but I am now. I’m here. I will do everything in my power to make you happy and to make our relationship stronger and better. Please just give us another try…please don’t give up. The world just feels right when we are together and being with any other guy would be settling. You are my rock…life without you makes no sense at all. Please don’t give up Joe.
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My knees are worn, I’ve prayed so much.
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Notes"I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that isn’t indulgent, one that doesn’t stop the earth from spinning but maybe keeps us grounded in spite of all that uncontrollable movement.
I want to split the bill and pay the bills and not get lost in some unsustainable delusion where the rest of our lives become inconsequential. I want us to be human, I want to argue, I want to take too long in the shower. I want to hear about the horrific lines at the DMV, about a boss who doesn’t get it, about plans to pick up the laundry after work. I want stories of strangers on the bus, of a child who looked lost but turned out not to be, of chance encounters with high school classmates because these seemingly colorless instances are meaningful when filtered through the eyes of someone I care about. A Tuesday kind of love, breathing relevance into otherwise monotonous moments.
A Tuesday kind of love is this: commuting to work knowing that someone cares about what you’re going to have for lunch; understanding that you do not have to be your dynamic, charming, weekend self this time; this time you can butcher sentences and make bad jokes and trip over thin air and it won’t change anything. A Tuesday kind of love is when weekends and weekdays are one and the same, expanses of time where unpredictable, irreplaceable closeness exists, swells, bursts. Tuesday is directionless conversation about things that happened five hours or five years ago; it’s knowing where he keeps his receipts and when he has a doctor appointment; it’s ordering Chinese food or taking his parents out for dinner because they’re in town or forgetting to eat because you’re full of each other’s words and there’s just no room for anything else.
I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t want to put on my sunglasses and pretend that life’s a vacation. The fantasy is that I want to exist in reality; the fantasy is to be there for someone on a Sunday morning but also on a Tuesday night, when the haze and laze of the weekend has worn thin and seems far away as ever. I want a Tuesday kind of love.
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NotesToday, I made some calming manatees, but most of them are the wrong size to go on the site.
Oh well. Would you like them?
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Manatees are AWESOME.
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Notes"I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together."Emily Brontë (via bavarde)
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Notes"It’s like my heart just doesn’t beat right anymore…"Dolly Parton in Joyful Noise
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She is so beautiful!
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I am constantly feeling sick. I can’t live without this man. I know it’s unhealthy, but it’s what my heart needs. For some reason, through all of the problems…I just feel deep down in all the corners of my heart and soul that Joe is who I am destined to grow old with. We just fit together. I really hope he can realize that soon…I won’t give up. I have never felt so positive about anything in my life until this moment. Am I crazy to feel this way?
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