Yesterday, Today, And Tomorrow

yesterday, today, and tomorrow

#paramoresavedme

paramore’s performance of last hope at bonnaroo 2023 was life changing for me and i think we all moved on a little too fast

little painted town

Pale little houses on little old streets, where garden figures line the sheen-less bricks. Little old trees bare from the winter, pressed against a blue-grey sky. Little stone graves and little gray fences, hovering over the dead yellow grass. Little winding streets and windy pine trees, with their little pale houses on their little old streets. Little black crows and little dead bushes, a strong cold breeze almost blowing them away. Little home businesses and little barren lots Next to little pale houses on their little old plots.

i’m grateful for the good in people, and how kind they are to give some of that goodness to me. ❤︎

yes, it’s nearly winter.

that means it’s nearly time to miss you.

grief will never be linear. even after years, and years, and years.

not that anything was ever meant to be. but no one can help but grieve the possibility. that no one is me.

and when i struggle, or question directions, i will always wonder what could’ve been.

the song pours out, challenged by the routes.

then there is the comfort, yet i cry, knowing i will meet you on the other side.

keep me on that path. even if it isn’t linear. keep me on the path to you, through the cold and dark winter.

ruckus! day and unreal unearth day coinciding was a personal attack on me