forever-in-the-future

Now that the first shock is over, and I cried enough, I feel so much better. For the first time, I won’t be watching F1 just for Nico, I’ll watch it for the sport itself. I won’t be a ball of stress before each race, and I won’t die if I miss one or two races. And next year come the new regulations, with Red Bull potentially becoming really strong, a new team mate for Lewis, hopefully Ferrari being strong as well. I am actually pretty excited. But of course I will miss Nico immensly, and he’ll forever be my favourite driver, whoever appears on the grid in the future. You never forget your first love, do you?

Forever and Always

The thing is, I already have my future planned. Im going to spend then end of this year and beginning of the next with you. Together or not I want you with me,and as soon as March comes I want you to adventure with me to start our life. I want to walk down the isle to no one but you. I want to be your hormonal pregnant wife and you’re everlasting love. I know what I want but I also know you need to get better. And I’ve decided to do the same. You told me to cheer up graduation is coming and my 18th. But truth is I’m excited because it’s that much closer to it being all about us with nothing and nobody in the way. I miss the fuck out of you,and I wish you could be here without things going south. But the fact that we’re being forced to be apart is good in a sense, it gives us time to realize how shitty life really is without each other.. I love you to the moon and back. Forever and always Mi amor.

Nothing in Common | Freya Manfred

“Nothing in Common”
Freya Manfred

Sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone.
I shamble through the day, dragging my knuckles in the grass,
and each new hour with each new person is a cliff I can’t climb —

yet I know I’m alive now — inside a song as deep as forever,
that stretches to the infinite future and the bottomless past,
connecting every place I’ve lived or nearly died —

and I shouldn’t worry so much about losing what’s most precious,
my simian balance, shaggy fur, bold fleas,
my plentiful fingers and opposable thumbs,

and my curious, glowing, ape-like eyes that still shine
with radiant chaos, wondrous animal calm,
and so much love, for everyone.

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.