Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???
I like to think i'll see you again one day →
We’ll be in our late twenties in the supermarket comparing peanut butter prices on aisle 4.
Your hair will be shorter and your shoes will be clean but you’ll still look like you. You’d tap me on the shoulder and you’d say my name like it was a question and my eyes would widen and i’d wrap my arms…
Sometime I look at this picture before I goto bed. The way his eyes look happy even though their closed. The way his hand is resting on her head. Sometimes I smile at it and sometimes when a sad songs playing I cry a little too.
The other day someone was talking to me about love and forever and how they don’t think two people can truly be happy together for their whole lives. How sometimes they just stay together because they have to, because they’re supposed to.
You know, for the kids, the house, because what else are they gonna do at 56 with a joint bank account, two kids and a gut full of landshark. And sometimes I believe that too. That humans, we settle, and maybe ”love,” despite our best efforts, won’t last.
But then I look at this picture. And I remember how every Christmas season he would bring me to his secret stash of Christmas presents for her and show me each one. How he was so excited every year and how he made me spy to make sure he got more for her then she did for him. How he couldn’t wrap a present to save his life so he you-tubed it. How they used to dance in the kitchen after dinner. For no reason. With no music. And then I think about the way she paced around the living room on the eve of his homecoming from Iraq. How tight he squeezd her that next day. I remember him calling her princess in the hospital room. Telling her hair looked pretty after a grooling eight hours in surgery.
I remember the light sucked out of her eyes the night he died. How she had to follow him up there. And then sometimes I think that two people really can be completley and totally head over heals in love for the rest of their lives. And maybe even after
One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
"A dying friend once told me, ‘I wish I hadn’t spent so many Mondays wishing it were Friday. I also wish I had made better use of those Fridays, for better stories on Monday.’"
Been following you Kara since Xanga.. Just read to my daughter- it was pure magic. I got chills and I could say I'm a different person after reading it. Love to you.
Wow. What an uplifting message. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart.
I forgot how beautiful your words are and how easily moved I get when I read some of your posts. I've been with you since xanga, and all I can say is that you are so beautiful and someone your parents would be so proud of. You truly are magnificent.
Messages like this mean more than I know how to say
"13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names"
"I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you."
"i think i met all the
wrong men before
you and i think they
ruined me but i
think you’re really
handsome the way
a map is handsome,
with skin wide open
soaked in the whole
"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves."