Sylvia Plath - “Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.”
How do you wanna be remembered?
For your anger?
Or your love?
It’s been a rough week. This song is really putting it into perspective to keep my chin up.
SO CUTE MARMFJFMSKD
Oh Steve WHY YOU SO CUTE
Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.
Thank God for best friends who continue to add songs to the soundtrack of my life.
I’m still trying to fall in love with me, and I think I know what’s disallowing me from doing so. I shouldn’t have to be reminded why I’m lovable, or need to ask you to remind me. I should be reminded, everyday, in very different ways, directly and indirectly. It’s not a request, I demand it. I deserve love. If you don’t give that to me soon it won’t be hard to find it somewhere else.
I just don’t understand why you of all people find it most difficult to show that. It’s like we’re on two total opposite ends and no matter how many paths I draw out for you, you don’t follow the clues. You don’t take the hints. You don’t see the large pile of tossed bones. Eventually I’m going to get so tired altogether that I will still be lovable but will also lose my ability to love.
Investing into someone is exhausting. You would think that all you would need to share is your heart, but there’s also the countless hours of using your mind to worry about everything and nothing. Your body becomes exposed for maybe 10-15 minutes at a time, and it may not even feel like that exposure was well-deserved. Most times the other person is using maybe 1 or 2 out of 3 of these things. And here you are giving everything you got.
I know the question is why am I still here? However, I’m wondering why are YOU still here? Can you not see that I’ve shut down all three of my systems that help me to love you better? I want to believe this is the biggest bone I’ve ever thrown - we’re talking the size of Texas. I’m at a standstill (not literally). Your move. Move me. It’s that simple, isn’t it? Apparently not. Why not tell them this? I have. Countless times. That’s why it’s here now.
I hate that everyone wants you to be strong. Keep calm and carry on? No. Don’t tell me to keep calm. This is a cry for help. What is stopping you?
Best part of this movie and the only reason I’m in love with Katy Perry’s Firework.
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted… unbidden… it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us… passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace… but we would be hollow… Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we’d be truly dead.
It always comes out of nowhere. It’s always incredibly hard to believe.
I always feel like it isn’t my place to feel the way I do. To mourn your absence THIS much. I know it will get easier…I guess I’m in a stand still at times. It always makes me sad to know that the world has lost someone incredibly genuine and caring to friends, not-so-close friends, and random strangers. We need more like you. Miss you.
“It’s okay Booger. Just go to sleep.”