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Listen,
I will ride your mood swings.
I will fix your breakdowns
I will catch your tantrums
I will clean your messes
And I will kiss your chemistry.I’m not here to save you
But I am here to show you
That it’s possible for me
To love the whole of you.
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maybe
maybe i don’t want it bad enough,
maybe i don’t want it at all.
maybe i’ve been stuck in one mindset just because it’s easy,
because thinking otherwise was just too much effort.
but i’ve come to realize that if i want something bad enough, ‘much effort’ isn’t really enough effort.
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stuck in the life
of highschool.
GK parties and cariboo.
puc-sluts and skoal.
palmbay, growers, hard liquor,
bashes in the boonies and some good small town lovin.
it can’t last forever, and it wont because life moves on once you step foot off the island.
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If you ask me what home feels like
If you ask me what home feels like,
I’d tell you it feels like point homes and kitty coleman. I’d tell you how the mountains fold into place and how the ocean shapes the sound of waves. I’d tell you that at home, there’s no traffic, that everybody knows everybody, and that being polite is not an option, but a way of life. I’d say that laughter is the cause and cure for all, that island time is the best time, and that yes, I’m damn proud to live here. I’d tell you that home is full of fresh air, the smell of campfire, and is the best place to find quiet.
Not your regular quite though, the type of quiet that your thoughts are able to run with. The type that finds you when you need it most, the type that sits at the edge of the beach and at the end of the boat ramp. The type that welcomes the wind and crashing waves; type that drowns out cars and sirens, and the type that you just can’t get enough of.
If you ask me what home feels like,
I could list off names and words like spitfire. I could describe to you the best of the best, and the worst of it all.
I could tell you i miss it, that i love it and loathe it all at once, but most importantly, I’d tell you that I’ll be home soon.
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“Maybe I don’t want to be saved the trouble. Maybe I want the trouble. I haven’t wanted the trouble in a long time, but with you, it doesn’t seem so .. troubling.”
-Barney Stinson
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People leave my life like sunshine. I can feel them, soft and warm, bright and golden on the parchment of my skin. Their light trickling to places that have only known bitter nights. Their strength seeping through my pores. Their beams igniting my hope. But come sunset, all I have left is a memory of that feeling. Maybe a timid warmth still fluttering in its folds. A silent echo of its existence. That’s all. I never get close enough to burn. But the stains they leave behind still sear through my rays.
I’ve been wishing for winter these days.
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08/16/12/11:52:48
Love runs thin through the creases of my mind
Like a fragile sheet of ice
That coats a pond in a warm winter.
When i need it most
It melts and grows weak,
Turning to droplets that slip right through the cracks of my fingers,
Leaving me with nothing but damp hands.
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