the future of the book

Even if we’re devastated
and our shoulders heavy-weighted,
even if we’re on the ground
and all hope seems to be drowned,
although the sun is already down
in this unenlightened town;
stars are illuminating our paths
and we’ll drive to the seafront
for moonlight baths,
knowing that the sun rising again
is what we’ll see
and so will we.
—  // there’s no time to surrender
j.d.m.

I understand that there are fears
leaving you all scared, in tears,
that struggles are eating up your insides,
leaving you wide awake at midnight

I know that you are afraid
of being unwanted or being too late,
of becoming lost in the self-doubt
while others got their lives all planned out

but remember that beauty lies
in the unknown and up in the skies,
that coincidence is a source of liberty
and your freedom worth an infinity.

—  // the future
j.d.m.
his eyes might not be the color of the ocean, but i drown in them every time.
—  him.
There are some relationships you won’t even remember in 10 years but also there are people you never even held hands with that will cross your mind even 40 years from now.
—  It’s not about what you had with someone, it’s about what feelings they woke up in you
i’ve fallen for you so badly that i’m already protective over you when you’re not even mine.
—  him.
Wait for someone who makes grocery shopping fun. Someone who you don’t mind staying in with on a Friday night doing laundry while sitting on the living room floor eating bad Chinese. Wait for someone who makes you happy to be alive because 50 years from now, that’s all that’s going to matter.
— 



Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #356

04/12/2017

7:17 pm

i don’t know why but every time you look at me, i quickly look away.
—  butterflies | falling for him.
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Tasseomancy: The Reading of Tea Leaves

a divination or fortune-telling method that interprets patterns in tea leaves, coffee grounds, or wine sediments.

The terms derive from the French word tasse (cup), which in turn derives from the cognate Arabic word tassa, and the Greek suffixes -graph (writing), -logy (study of), and -mancy (divination).

Divination attempts to gain insight into the natural world through intuitive interpretation of synchronistic events.

Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I can’t wait to watch my wife try and slowly manipulate her glowing body out of my car as we make our way to the ultra sound appointment.
I can’t wait to pull a small piece of paper out of my pocket that has about 300 questions I have to ask our doctor.
I can’t wait until the doctor tells me google exists and I will be just fine.
I can’t wait to stand in the book store carrying more “how to” books than necessary to the cash register. Looking both bewildered and enamoured as my wife shakes her head with embarrassment at my intense excitement.
I can’t wait to hear her tired voice ask me for Pringles and peanut butter.
I can’t wait to be laying on her belly and feel a small foot on the side of my head.
I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife standing in the mirror rubbing me stomach slightly concerned.
I can’t wait to reach my hands around and pull her in tight and whisper how utterly stunning she is. How unbelievably lucky I am. How unbelievably lucky our “little guy is.”
I can’t wait to discuss who’s genes you’re going to get. Argue over who’s nose we hope you have.
I can’t wait to hear the “it’s time.”
I can’t wait to be next to her, holding her hand. I know she’ll tell me she can’t do it. But I damn well know she can. She will be the strongest bravest person I know.
I can’t wait to hear your cries as you breath into this world.
I can’t wait to look down at my wife, exhausting, but glowing. She’ll be looking at you. But I’ll be looking at the two of you. No moment will ever match this. No moment will ever feel so accomplishing. So important. As to when I see my family together for the first time.
Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I’m so excited to hear uncoordinated footsteps fill the hallways of my home. Followed by high pitched laughed filled screams and the voice of my wife shouting “I’m gunna getcha!”
I can’t wait to pull you both close onto my lap as I read the same bed time story I’ve read every single night for the past month.
Watch both of your chests rise and fall together as your breath becomes rhythmic.
I can’t wait to sit on that couch with you both asleep in my lap not wanting to move because no matter how tired, how uncomfortable I am. For god sakes I couldn’t look away if I tried.
There are so many things in this world I look forward too. But this lifetime I’m going to get to create? I am so excited for.
—  I can’t wait to meet you.