March 2011
11 posts
letting down this wall for a moment.
i can’t even start this off with your name and honestly, that just makes me feel like a failure. god, it’s late and once again i can’t sleep because my mind is racing and i feel as if everything is spinning out of control. my cheeks are wet with tears and my heart is hardened. so many times i have been given the advice to just talk to you, but right now, you’re the one...
velveteen heart
I remember so vividly our Sunday morning routine when I was a child. There was screaming and fighting and swatting and tears.
Always tears.
Like an unseen bully, the volatile tension would follow us into the car, its presence thick and heavy and loud.
I’d hold my breath, and silently beg for a ceasefire. The words “please stop” would turn over and over in my mind. All the way to church.
And...
“break down my pride and all the walls i’ve bulit up inside. my earthly...”
“date a girl who reads. date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. she has problems with closet space because she has too many books. date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
find a girl who reads. you’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. she’s the one lovingly looking...
