I know that we’re never gonna be a thing, so I try not to grow any feelings towards you. But, once in a while, just when I’m not my best self, or when I’m not strong enough, I put myself to sleep picturing how extraordinary we could be together.
3 AM on a Tuesday and instead of sleep, my heart demands more whiskey.
I am trying to erase this ghost of a feeling that wants nothing but to remember you at all times.
My ears long to hear your voice but I’ve already burned the bridge.
My Darling, I’m sorry I ended up being nothing like the person I promised you I would be.
I’m filled to the brim with guilt for not sticking by you as long as you would’ve let me.
You see, I’m not like the people who walk this earth only to love and love with all of their being and ask for nothing in return.
I still try to find constellations in your eyes and look for you in places even though I do not want to look at the love that I loved so dearly looking into the eyes of someone they call ‘home’.
You’ve occupied a lot of space in my heart and there’s nothing I could ever say or do to fall out of love with you but I hope, years from now, your name does not fill me with guilt but with sweet nostalgia that reminds me of a love that taught me how to live. A love that looked at all my scars and all my flaws but still chose to love me. A love that made sure I wasn’t fighting my battles alone. A love that held my hand in all my struggles and told me that there’s nothing in this world I couldn’t do. And most importantly, I hope, years from now, you forgive me.
But it’s 3 AM on a Tuesday and instead of sleep, my heart demands to forget you.
I tried so hard not to make this about you but you’re stuck in my head like a catchy beat on repeat. // Astha (via uponthisearth)
I like a lot of people, but my favorite are the ones who stay. The ones who you give a million reasons to leave and they find the one to stay. The ones who won’t leave you even if they know they should, because they care. They care so fucking much, and it kills them, but they won’t ever dare abandon you. They won’t ever, because they know better than anyone the feeling of being left when you need someone the most. So here’s to the ones that stay.
Some of them are abusive.
Some of them enjoy picking on students, mostly young girls.
Some of them also tease young boys.
Some of them are threatening.
Some of them are creeps.
Some of them will use your grades to get what they want.
Please be safe, tell someone you trust if something happens to be out of your boundaries and/or threatens your integrity.
You matter. Your crush matters. But please DO NOT ALLOW ANYTHING ILLEGAL OR UNPLEASANT.
They literally slam into each other at a roller rink.
It’s a You Can Play benefit thing for kids. Kent’s too busy
watching to make sure he doesn’t run over one of the mini-tots that he
completely misses the giant headed in his direction. And you would think, wouldn’t you, that a guy whose
career involved balancing on knives on ice would take a check on skates as well
as he did in an ice rink, but nope. Kent hits Alexei Mashkov head-on and sends
them both into a pile on the ground.
The icing on the cake is Kent’s arm clotheslining a six-year-old
on the way down.
So now he and Tater are both sitting on the side of the
roller skating rink, holding matching cold packs to their faces while a small
child stuffs tissues up his nose to stop the bleeding.
“I’mb gonna tell everybody at school that Kent Parsob hit by
face!” the kid tells Kent happily, oblivious to his dad’s efforts to keep him
from talking and thereby snorting blood everywhere.
Kent gives him a weak thumbs up. At his side, Alexei makes a
noise that might actually be a giggle.
“You so cute with kids,” Alexei says.
Damn language barriers,
Kent thinks. “You mean I’m good with kids. And I’m not that great. They just
like me because I’m ridiculous.”
“You are very ridiculous,” Alexie agrees. “But I’m choose
right word, ‘cute.’ You are cute being with kids.”
Kent thinks the head-on collision must have knocked
something loose in both their heads. He
twists sideways and gapes, the effect of which is probably lost due to the ice
pack covering half his face. “I’m sorry. What
did you just say?”