home is where the heart is
5.31.2014 @ 01:06
I met a friend last night and the subject of home came up. She
asked me:
What is home, really?
I was going to say that I felt like home
in your arms but I'd probably beat myself up about it later for being such an
overindulgent and emotionally dependent girl that I kept quiet and listened to
the silence that soon followed. I honestly did not know what to say because who
would actually say that they felt like home in the arms of someone than in the embrace
of their own house? So I gave her the generic answer of oh home is where the heart is and
that didn’t really help at all because my heart was never really with me, or
with you, but it was out there somewhere and I haven’t have had the time nor
the motivation to find it. But as much as I want to say and believe that you were
nearly as unimportant as how I tell everyone you are, you were actually the
closest I've ever been to understanding myself and it’ll probably take years
off my life to even try and admit that.
But I'll have to thank you for showing me
the way home - even if it was temporary.
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she can't be what you need if she's 17
5.28.2014 @ 02:06
I can make sense with or without bulleting my sentences. Such
as:
- coups et blessures
- do not romanticize my sadness
- punches and injuries
- you only grow older; and if you're lucky, maybe a little wiser
- do not mock the pain you have yet to endure
- joie de vivre
- i do not know which tattoo to get first
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