It’s a simple game. You win when you stop caring about it.– “I Wrote This for You”
Thank you, I love you all.
I have the best friends in the world. Shoutouts and big hugs to Lucy, Andy, Xiafei, Kim, Jeff, Ben, Michelle, Vickie, Tony, Lily, Vlad, and everyone else who came by to say happy birthday to me today. I am so blessed to have you all in my life. I LOVE YOU GUYS, thank you so much for making this the best birthday yet.
Finally legal! Time to get pierced, inked, buy lotto tickets, get sued and go to jail, and get married. YESSSS. Thank you so much to Lucy, Andy, and Xiafei, who serenaded me with birthday songs in the computer lab while I was desperately finishing up my HUM paper - then took me to Walgreens to buy cake and hunt for lotto tickets. I LOVE YOU GUYS, you made my night :)
Even if it kills me.
I know exactly what I need to do. And it probably won’t be profound or interesting or inspirational. But I just need to know. You need to tell me the truth. And then I’ll do what I can from there. Because you’re important to me, and you know I’d do just about anything for you. But I need to be me first. Because this is my life, these are my feelings, and this is my heart....
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I remember when you were really, really important to me. I remember caring for you. I remember agonizing and thinking about and giving up on you because I thought I didn’t have another choice and that it was time to move on. I remember when you finally told me the words I’d been waiting more than a year to hear, and I remember hating myself for giving up on you. I remember crying, but...
Today we remember Casey Calvert, who died three...
I’ve tried to say it a thousand different ways. I’ve tried twisting the words inside out and doubling them back over onto themselves. I’ve tried coming up with words in different languages, because maybe they have words for this thing (I couldn’t say what it is) that we’re missing in this one. I’ve tried saying the same words over and over again in hopes that...
I might be alone, but...
I don’t think I miss people who aren’t present. In fact, I think it’s harder to miss someone who’s never there.
Keep your eyes ahead.
I won’t even look back.
Tell me something I don't know.
I honestly couldn’t care less if you like the same bands or you’ve read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees that I’ve never heard before and I’m yours. ——- “I Wrote This for You”
Things may happen to me unexpectedly, and I might not see them coming. But truthfully, nothing has actually surprised me in a very long time.
Because you’re looking for a date, not love. Because you’re more interested in who you go to bed with than who you wake up next to. Because you tick boxes in your head instead of crossing lines in your heart. ——- “I Wrote This for You”
So only you know who I am.
This place is in my head and no matter where I run, it’s always here, all around me. It’s a big room and my voice echoes when I yell, and there are days when I think you couldn’t make it to the other side if you tried. ——- “I Wrote This for You”
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair.
And I don’t know who you are, or why you say the things you say, but you need to get out of me. Here, there’s only space for me. ——- “I Wrote This for You”
Michelle: I haven't gotten any work done in the last two hours, my lymph nodes are huge, and I just ate five pounds of chocolate.
Me: And you just waved at someone you don't know...
Let's count down.
In 22 hours I will be the happiest girl on the planet. Class, office hours, review session, MODA meeting, Harper tutors, essay editing, math exam cram, essay submitting, and math midterm. Bring it on, UChicago.
catherine says: (7:19:57 PM) i am in a pickle.
George says: (7:20:16 PM) i am a cucumber
Go out. There’s life outside.
Gasping for air and sanity. Moon and stars and clouds and night. Out of breath and breathless. Pillows and sheets and blankets and you. I will drown in this bed. They say it’s just like going to sleep. Forget the air. I’ll breathe you instead. http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me Good night :)
This is all of me.
You look at me, now, like this and think “This is who they were all along.” But this is just who I am to other people. And you became other people. ——- Check out “I Wrote This For You”, please. :)
Then say it, I will listen.
I see the stars, they’re in your eyes A playful kiss, can’t you tell I’m excited? A fast escape in the nick of time If you’ve lost your wish, can I help you to find it? I’m on my knee, just one to start A fresh new start, don’t be undecided If love’s a word that you say, then say it, I will listen
It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.” And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either...