January 2012
This is where we were a year ago:
Do you remember us last January? How we fought bitterly because you suggested going to schools near each other? I was furious. You are so presumptuous.
You thought that in January, that eight months into the future, you anticipated we would be together in the future.
Eight months.
Eight months away, and you thought we would be together.
But in the ninth month of the year, the tenth, the...
Here’s what happened to me this year: I was diagnosed with diabetes, I learned to adjust. I didn’t get into graduate school, I learned to find a new career path. I had two surgeries and was almost diagnosed with cancer, I learned nothing is more important than your health. I spent time with people that love me and discovered who true friends are, and who’ll be there in time of...
I keep telling people L and I broke up last...
But it was really a Wednesday and a half ago; the 21st. I keep thinking that it was still last Wednesday when we parted ways. Will it always be last Wednesday?
I spent last new year with L.
And this year, I won’t.
It’s a strange feeling, thinking or knowing that we won’t be together again. That I may not ever get to hold his hand again, or touch him, or sneak attack him.
Out with the old, out with the old.
December 2011
“The way you step up your game is not to worry about the other guy in any...”
– Oprah Winfrey (via 36974)
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thesearebones)
“The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The...”
– DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #64: Tiny Beautiful Things - The Rumpus.net (via leopoldgursky)
“Do not wait; the time will never be ‘just right.’ Start where you stand, and...”
– Napoleon Hill (via spareunderthemat)
Live.to.the.point.of.tears: a lesson in texting... →
live-to-the-point-of-tears:
spareunderthemat:beckyc:babyonce:
for people you are:
currently sleeping with
have slept with in the past
would like to sleep with in the future
only kind of friends with (you liar they’re probably in the other three categories but whatever)
if you text them and they do not…
“I didn’t know what hate felt like, not the hate that comes after love. It’s huge...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via thoughtsdetained)
I feel like I should text him and tell him A....
Someone asked why L and I are over.
“We parted ways after he tragically perished in a surfing accident. I told him not to go into the water, poor thing couldn’t swim.”
So not only did I break up with him, I made him DEAD.
“And the dangerous thing about excuses is that if we recite them enough times, we...”
– Robin Sharma (via tylerknott)
I think I liked the thought of a break-up more...
It happened differently in my head. I would listen to sad songs for awhile, read melancholy books, and wallow in movies like the notebook and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Yes, I would think. That’s how it’s supposed to be. I would even nod to myself before I pulled the covers back to my chin.
We would part ways and it wouldn’t be messy, or cluttered.
A weekend would...
L told me it was easier for me to focus on the bad...
That it was easier for me to dwell on the weekend where he spent time with his friends for two hours rather than remember the weekends we had together alone.
How could I not dwell? I made the two hour trip and then he abandoned me for the people he sees every day, to participate in some drinking game and to watch youtube videos while I was in the next room. What was the point of my visit, then?
...
“One other thing. I remember looking at you when you were still only a blur of...”
– Love and Shame and Love, Peter Orner (via labeledboners)
Live.to.the.point.of.tears: 99 problems. →
live-to-the-point-of-tears:
So my old boss was the Lebron James of micromanaging and, by contrast, my new boss is the polar opposite. He’s Darko Milicic.
I send my new boss things to review and get zero feedback. Sometimes I don’t hear from him for days. Typically, when I do hear back, it’s like he spent .3 seconds or less…
Sounds like my boss. Sometimes she’ll just write back...
My friend and her boyfriend broke up.
And he proclaimed her dead to him.
Not sure if this makes L. better or worse.
“That’s the key to having it all—stop expecting it to look like what you thought...”
– Sex and the City (via sarcasmtea)
