Recently, while on vacation in New Orleans for Mardi Gras and visiting family, we stayed at my sister’s house. She was kind enough to let us have her place while she found accommodations elsewhere. She moved in to this place herself not too long ago and was proud to point out to us the brand new,…
Why must it pain me so?
How do you mend a broken heart, mind and soul?
I’m told the remedy is time. Pity I don’t have the patience I need right now.
If only it weren’t so hard to muster.
I come home to this big empty house. Once our house. Now, Alone. Still. Stale memories form in the corners like dust piles. I know I should sweep them out but I like the placebo company. I think to myself, ‘so this is what it’ll be like to be alone.’
No hugs and cuddles when I’m feeling low. No kisses to come home to. No synchronized dance around the kitchen as we cook together. All the little things that made me smile. Gone.
Nothing and no one can replace our time. And I will cherish it forever. If only cherishing it didn’t bring so much heart ache.
The end of US.
The end of an era.
The end of a book.
Have kick ass friends. This is definitely the cornerstone of success in your twenties. You need to be surrounded by awesome people who tell you, in detail, how awesome you are. You need people to take you to awesome parties and introduce you to potential love interests. Kick ass friends…
I need to stop living with a conscience of a 40 year old and heed these words. It’s what my bf constantly reminds me.
We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We are everywhere and anywhere. We are gay in Texas, black in 1950s Selma, Basque separatists in Spain, Kurdish in Iraq and Syria, an anarchist in France, a Palestinian in Israel, a dissident Chinese blogger, a Gypsy in Poland, an Inuit in Nunavut, a hackivist…