"i'm Doing Better, I Made It To September" Month Almost Over Soon It'll Be "i Wake Up And It's October,

"i'm doing better, i made it to september" month almost over soon it'll be "i wake up and it's october, the loss is yours" month

one of my favorite things to do in limited perspective is write sentences about the things someone doesn't do. he doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't reach out. i LOVE sentences like that. if it's describing the narrator, it's a reflection of their desires, something they're holding themselves back from. there's a tension between urge and action. it makes you ask why they wanted or felt compelled to do that, and also why they ultimately didn't. and if it's describing someone else, it tells you about the narrator's expectations. how they perceive that other person or their relationship. what they thought the other person was going to do, or thought the other person should have done, but failed to. negative action sentences are everything.

love when tall men lean in to hear you better

NOBODY FUCKING MOVE.

i love you, i'm sorry!!! you were the best but you were the worst as sick as it sounds, i. loved. you. first. i was a dick, it is what it is, a habit to kick, the age-old curse i tend to laugh whenever i'm sad stare at the crash, it actually works making amends, this shit never ends i'm wrong again, wrong again!!!!

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.