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I watch your tired face, and that weary smile you give me and I can’t seem to think of how much you mean to me and how much I adore you. I can’t function without your hugs, your texts and your voice. And it scares me. But I’ve been taught to embrace my fears and overcome them, and so I look away, silently promising to myself for the millionth time, that I will never be scared of giving you your importance because no matter how hard you try, you could never ignore the sun in the daytime and you are my sun. I look back at you, and my heart swells up with gratitude, and all I can say is, “Let’s get you home. ”
—  S.g // 29.07.2016
I am an apology in the making. I have hands nailed to the integrity of the mistakes bedtime stories are supposed to put to rest. I have eyes swallowing the edges of stars to bleed your name into every crevice our pinkies promised we wouldn’t fall for. I am a list of sorrys my lips are still kissing for an indent of a ghost you were once proud of. I have arms trying to unlearn the warmth of a hug, but the world keeps spinning over our toes and my heart has yet to listen to my tongue. Sometimes a door is only a means to let a draft in, and the strings on our hearts were meant to be pulled until the only fingerprints left spell love. It was supposed to mean less than this. It was supposed to mean less than this. Baby, we were supposed to mean less than this. I’ve been drinking storms all my life and my memories are soaked through..I guess you didn’t know, all I ever wanted was to drown in you.
—  I picked a rose once just to watch the thorns make me bleed.
Day 3 of 365.
It’s the same cafe he always goes to. He takes his coffee with milk and two sugars, the way he always does. The scent of lavender is in the air and he sees her walk past, brown eyes and a sunshine smile despite the bitter cold; complete warmth. She takes her coffee black and goes to sit down, cracking open the book she had tucked under her arm. This is someone he needs to know.
Day 15 of 365.
Winter refuses to let up, snow still finding his way into his socks despite his extra clothing. The feeling in his stomach couldn’t be butterflies, it had to be bees. He orders his usual and she walks by and does the same, going to what seems to be her favorite table. He suddenly remembers that he speaks English and has motor skills, and stands. Five feet and seven inches of awkwardness, he walks over to her table and inquires about the book she’s been reading. They talk, with her voice warmer than the way her lips curved with every sentence, and a laugh like wind chimes.
Day 79 of 365.
It’s the first day of Spring. They’ve been talking everyday now, with no signs of stopping. The lavender is a nice break from the cigarette smoke of the city. He asks her out, the lavender mixing with the scent of coffee beans. As peculiar as it would have sounded to him if someone else was detailing it, he loves it. She says yes. This is their new beginning.
Day 86 of 365.
The date is perfect. Her lips are even better. She tastes like cheesecake, her choice of dessert. The next day, he takes his coffee black. It’s new, it’s different, it’s like her.
Day 172 of 365.
It’s the first day of summer. She wears a yellow sundress, appearing even warmer if that’s even possible. They go out for dinner, get dessert and watch the sunset on a park bench, orange and pink leaving no trace of what was once a blue sky. He smiles at her, and leads her by the hand to his car, driving out into the countryside. They get out, lay on the grass and watch as the sunset fades into the night sky, and the stars take over. He pulls her close, and their lips touch. At home, they make love for the first time. She is starlight and lavender, warmth and–
Day 255 of 365.
Autumn starts tomorrow. Things have been a little off lately, but not enough to be worth discussing, so he attributes it to her vacation ending and work starting up again. The next morning, as he has for the past few months, he takes his coffee black.
Day 279 of 365.
It’s halfway through October. The texts are later. The phone calls are shorter. Her voice shifts, from a gentle warmth to a biting cold, a shadow of what it once was. He doesn’t understand, and she knows all too well. He loves her, she doesn’t love him.
Day 286 of 365.
No phone calls. No texts.
Day 293 of 365.
No phone calls. No texts.
Day 300 of 365.
No phone calls. No texts.
Day 301 of 365.
Facebook update. Taken. Not by him.
Day 301 of 365, 15 minutes after.
This has to be a joke, right?
Day 301 of 365, an hour after.
He calls her. He gets the operator.
Day 334 of 365.
He doesn’t take any coffee today. He hasn’t for the past month. He sits at the cafe, waiting to see if she’ll come by. She doesn’t. He walks outside, and the scent of lavender is in the air. Breathing is a duet his lungs and brain no longer know how to sing. He keeps walking.
Day 1 of 365
It’s a new year. Nothing special.
Day 3 of 365.
He wonders if he remembers that they met a year ago today. He remembers it clearly. She posts a picture on Facebook with her new man. He blocks her.
Day 79 of 365.
It’s the first day of Spring. It’s the same cafe he always used to go to. He takes his coffee with milk and two sugars, the way he always did before her. This is his new beginning.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, New Beginnings (211/366)
In the end I know that your feelings will soon change, you will meet someone who will make you feel the way you love to. Someone who will see what I haven’t seen in you. Someone who you will think of every second. Someone who will dream of you every night. Someone who will give you the love I can’t offer. Someone who will always be there every single time that you need her. Someone who will love you despite of your imperfections. Someone who will build a future with you and will stare at you—like you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to her. And when that time comes, I know that you will finally understand, why that someone does not happen to be me.
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To The Boy Who Deserves Better Than Me
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Sins Of The Father (2014) and Parker Sisters (2016) 

“This was going to be a special year for the Parker sisters. Eve was going to dominate in the classroom and on the basketball court. Gwen was going to make the starting five and go down in history as the greatest prankster ever. Ana was going to do as little as possible. 

But without warning, all three sisters gain extraordinary abilities that defy science… powers that come with a cost. Now all they want to do is make it through the school year without drawing any undue attention, while racing to find a cure before the side effects of their new abilities kill them. Eve’s temperament, Gwen’s fondness for pranks, and Ana’s predilection for money, however, are challenges they must overcome to achieve their goals. Because if they can’t, they’re dead…”

 By Thelonious Legend 

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“IT Professional by day, but by night I use my pen and pad as a canvas to explore questions of race, identity, privilege and class in a science fiction setting. Eclectic reader with a fondness for the classics and first generation Hip Hop snob. Don’t start none won’t be none! Philadelphia Eagles football fanatic and I also enjoy MMA from the safety of my couch. On the weekends you can find me wine drinking, rock climbing, fishing, or being an unpaid chauffeur to my daughters’ activities. Also I’m a snark purveyor and been making with the funny since it was called the ‘Dozens’. Get at me!” -  Thelonious Legend


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Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn’t true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again.
Peace. Was that the word?
—  Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke