I wish perfect existed and that I could be it so you’d never feel the need to leave
i. if you give up, i will feel it. the tip of my tongue will tingle with words i never got to say to you, and my skin will ache for your touch and my heart will try to march right out of my ribcage to go find you. you promised me you wouldn’t give up, and whether or not you intend to make good on that, i will make sure you do. i will feel it when your soul goes to sleep, and i will be there with a bucket of ice-water to dump on it the second it does.
ii. my father was constantly telling my mother to ‘be serious for one fucking second’ and ‘take that hat off, you look like a child’ and ‘quiet down your goddamned kids’. eventually, she listened. do you have any idea how long it’s been since i’ve heard my mother sing? actually, not that long. not since he left, anyway. before that, though? a really long time.
iii. i can’t get my hands to stop shaking. i think they’re scared.
iv. if i don’t pay attention to what i’m doing, i become dangerous. my foot relaxes on the gas until i’m speeding into the wrong lane, or i pick the skin on my fingers until it bleeds, or i push too hard with the pencil and rip right through the paper. on my own, i am dangerous. this is why i believe i am not designed to be alone.
v. i’m trying, i’m trying, i’m trying. i swear to god, i’m trying. it’s not easy, but i’m trying. i. am. trying.
vi. i do not feel beautiful today. talk to me, but do not look at me. hear my voice, but do not ask why it shakes. hoover dam’s made of popsicle sticks today and they’re not even good ones. some dollar-store variety pack shit that’ll never withstand more impact than a soft breeze or whispered ‘hello’ and god knows, you don’t want to be around when it bursts.
It was a long road. You might even say it was really really really really long. But difficult? Nah. It was life. Stuff happens in life. Things fall apart, things get put back together. When I think how lucky I am to wake up next to your mom every morning, I can’t help but be amazed at how easy it all really was.
All I had to do was get out of the apartment for a couple hours so Uncle Marshall could propose to Aunt Lily. Go to the bar. Meet your Aunt Robin. Convince your Aunt Robin to fall in love with me. Break up with your Aunt Robin. Go on the rebound. Go get a rebound tattoo. Go get the rebound tattoo removed. Meet Stella. Convince Stella to fall in love with me. Get engaged. Get left at the alter. Get fired. Get beat up by a goat. Get a job as a professor. Teach the wrong class. Date the wrong girl. Date the wrong girl again. Date the wrong girl a few times actually. Let Uncle Barney fall in love with Robin. Let Aunt Robin fall in love with Uncle Barney. Book the wedding band. Go to their wedding. Make sure their wedding actually happened. Leave a little early. Be in the right place at the right time. And somehow, summon the guts to do stupidest, most impossible thing in the world. Walk up to that beautiful girl standing under the yellow umbrella and start talking.
|Ted:||And that kids is how met your mother.|
|Penny:||That was sweet dad.|
|Luke:||Yeah that was a pretty nice story.|
|Ted:||I'm glad you liked it, 'cause I know I certain- oh wow is that the time? I gotta go. See you guys soon. Love you! (Exits)|
|Penny:||Oh my god...|
|Luke:||I thought it was never going to end!|
|Penny:||I know right? Why was it so long?|
|(Enter Tracy, off camera)|
|Tracy:||Hi kids. Where's your dad gone?|
|Penny:||He had to go and catch his train.|
|Tracy:||His train... Huh. Hey, did I ever tell you guys the story of how I met your father?|
I’ve always felt like the message that ‘you don’t need to be afraid’ is not the correct message. It’s OK to be afraid — there are a lot of things that I’m afraid of and it’s about walking through those fears…I think your nightmares are the gatekeepers to your dreams, really. You know, I do a lot of stuff in my business — I write and I act and I sing songs and I jump between all sorts of different material clearly. And it’s not because I’m born gifted and all of these things. I really believe that it’s because I’m not afraid. And I’m not afraid to be bad at something until I’m good at it. And I’m OK with things not doing well and other things being real successes so, I think it’s OK to be afraid and to work through it.
I road in a taxi yesterday night and I was a dollar short of what I owed the driver. He said “It’s okay, i feel better knowing you were at home then out walking the streets not dressed appropriately.”
I was wearing a thick sweatshirt and jean shorts.
What really irks me about this is who is to…
Here’s the secret kids. None of us can vow to be perfect. In the end all we can do is promise to love each other with everything we’ve got. Because love is the best thing we do.
But love doesn’t make sense. You can’t logic your way into or out of it. Love is totally nonsensical. But we have to keep doing it, or else we’re lost and love is dead and humanity should just pack it in. Because love is the best thing we do.
I find it interesting how society doesn’t care when the media sexualizes women, when men sexualizes women, when school and the government sexualizes women. But the second a woman is in control and sexualizes herself willingly it’s wrong and disgusting.
do you ever just really need to close your eyes and sigh really deeply after someone says something really stupid