“Text me when you’re home.”
“Call if you’re scared when you’re alone.”
“Tell your family I say hello.”
“What’s the answer?” Even though I know.
“I like your hair that way.”
Listening to every word you say.
“Let’s decide together.”
“Wow babe you really are clever.”
“My arm is fine, it’s not asleep.”
“Turn my phone on so I hear it beep.”
“I’ll help you with those.”
I notice you in your new clothes.
“You look beautiful girl.”
Knowing you’re without makeup, your hair without curl.
The truth is that we’re attached to a phrase.
One that gets cliché in some ways.
I’ll say it still, but I’ll say these too.
These are all the ways I say that “I love you.”
I am officially 1% fluent in French: time to update my resume 😂
I decided to start w/ duolingo and see how that goes. I think I’ll use a moleskine cahier for this. Hopefully in my upcoming college years I’ll be able to take real classes.
We began Logic in math class and I was so confused at first because there’s no numbers! But my professor is so good and helpful, I feel very confident now. It’s just what it sounds like, logic. I took
in-class notes and have to rewrite them into my notebook w/ examples, which I’ll do tomorrow in my 3 hour break between classes. I’m just finishing up my CRW project because yesterday what I did was open up the word document and go to sleep lol.
This was a hard choice to make. Did he make his presence known? Pull a gun? Turn away? Continue to watch? Peering around the wall he had pressed himself up against, the wraith scowled under the mask. Jesse McCree. For all Reyes had done back then… Was a part of Reaper still so attached to what Reyes felt? That man was dead. A clawed hand twitched down by his gun. He was a killer. A reaper. He had a list. But Jesse… Was the man really on it? He hadn’t looked too deep into what the other man had been doing. Was it because he still cared? He shouldn’t.
He had a choice to make. Swiftly he grabbed both shotguns and moved out of his cover, aiming both but stopping dead in his tracks with them aimed. Familiar memories of a time lost to him. Hesitation for the first time crossed him, and he nearly lowered his guns. Reyes’ memories. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t Reaper. He didn’t want to speak, and yet it came out.
I wait for applause.
Every time you enter my sight,
My eyelids clap with all their might.
Each time the image more distinctive,
A beauty so inventive.
As if you were the first to discover,
something that is unlike any other.
A way to portray your soul through a look,
Unable to quit, like reading my favorite book.
But Atlas might have shrugged if only he knew.
That on the other side of the world he would have found you.