Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now. Day Two: Nine things about yourself. Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart. Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot. Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done. Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever) Day Seven: Four turn offs. Day Eight: Three turn ons. Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now. Day Ten: One confession.
Oooh, this looks really quite cool. Mind if I tag along for the ride? :)
That night, you were killed in a car accident because you were texting me that you were sorry.
I’ve regretted not saying “I love you” every night since the accident.”
O_o;; the scary thing is, this is exactly what I fear will happen when you drive too fast after we’ve been fighting. Although I hate you for it at the time, I’m so glad you never let me run from you when I’m upset or mad… because hopefully, just maybe, this can never happen.
Do you ever find yourself chatting with friends when someone suddenly says “Hey, how did we start talking about this?”
That’s when you find yourself quickly unwinding your off-the-rails conversation by jumping backwards through scattered anecdotes and interconnected stories. As you unravel the jumbly mystery you’re suddenly a speedy detective racing back through the universe at warp speed to tighten a couple screws so your tightly twisted brain can relax back into a world that makes sense again.
Last year, I was going to kill myself. I wrote a note and slipped it into my best friend’s locker at school. That night, I was preparing to die, when she crawled through my window and kissed me. My first real kiss.
Kristain, I know you read GivesMeHope all the time. Will you marry me?
…what I want out of life. And it’s starting to scare me how unoriginal that sounds; like I’m downplaying my own crisis because everyone else is having one too. I’m studying a degree I don’t want a career in directly, I’m just scraping under everyone’s expectations, especially my own, and I can’t seem to hold down the dark thoughts that have been pressing in on me long enough to figure out what they’re for, or where they come from, meaning they just swirl around overhead like vultures, waiting to bring me down at the first sign of weakness. I’m gaining weight; I’m losing the plot; my hair refuses to stay clean for more than a day no matter how I wash it; if I sleep, I’m still tired and if I’m awake all night it makes no difference.
I’m a walk-on part in my own life, and I don’t know how to change that.
“Yes, we are and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn’t mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often. I don’t want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is smart and easy and doesn’t bother to check their diary when we arrange to meet.”—Jeanette Winterson
jc, j’ai trouvé cela et pensé à vous, à plus tard. x (via 94488449)
“The best thing you could do for anyone that you love, is be happy! And the very worst thing that you could do for anyone that you love, is be unhappy, and then ask them to to try to change it, when there is nothing that anybody else can do that will make you happy. If it is your dominant intent to hold yourself in vibrational harmony with who you really are, you could never offer any action that would cause anybody else to be unhappy.”—Abraham-Hicks (via oceanofmind) (via retromantique)