Give me this night, give me this town & give me the time
Because we don’t have long.
And I know I’m never, I know I’m never gonna see you again.
This time I think I’m sure, but I’ve been wrong before.
And is it too late to call you my baby?
Well I hope that some day, I hope you come around.
Just come around
"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours."
"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
"Your first love has
that title for a reason.
They may or may not
still be in your life,
but they have served their
purpose. They have
written their own chapter.
Let it rest,
find comfort in moving on."
"Shake it off. Shake it off, whatever is clinging to you, nails like shards of glass in your back. Run away, not like a coward, but like an athlete. Beat your record for the longest distance before breaking a sweat. I bet you’ll be out front of her house when you first feel it on your forehead. Keep running, even though you’re drenched in the smell of her hair and the sound of her voice while she holds your shaking body. Shake it off, the rust, the dew. You do not belong anywhere that forgets your name this easily. She is not your hometown, she is not where you learned your first words. Do not let her become a place you go to mourn and remember. Run past her name in the mouths of others. Don’t think about who she’s singing Patsy Cline to as they fall asleep with her hands on them. Don’t think about her red lipstick leaving marks all over him like a wine glass. You have gone through the belly of the beast. You have mistaken her warmth for love and are still in one piece. Not many people are so lucky, so run. If leaving means surviving, then this is the bravest thing you will ever do."
Living out of boxes
I’m in such a weird funk since moving back to Florida.
I should probably unpack. I’d probably feel so much better. More at home. Truth is, I don’t want to settle in. I need to stop trying to resist though. I need to make the best out of my situation. At one point, in Nashville, I was sad, scared, and I wanted to go home. But I sucked it up, made the best of the situation, and had an absolute blast.
I need to suck it up. I need to settle in and pick myself up. Not too settled, though. Not too comfortable. Not stuck.
Reunited with my truest love. The one, the only, KADASHEE! (Of you sneak attack her picture she can’t pretend like she hates me.)
"Be brave enough to live creatively. The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You cannot get there by bus, only by hard work, risking and by not quite knowing what you are doing. What you will discover will be wonderful; yourself."
Jimmy’s wearing Shaq’s jacket and it might be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.
My favorite thing I’ve ever seen. What precious angels.