guess the worst day of june was the one where i met you i’ve been down since july august sipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine how you held me in your arms that september night the first time you ever saw me cry november flush and your flannel cure this dorm was once a madhouse i made a joke well it’s made for me grey november i’d go back to december turn around and make it all right
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it. you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness. I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
this deserve so many notes
I reblogged this in May 2014. It is November 2021 and my 3 year old and 1 year old are asleep. I’m in bed with my husband who is snoring his ass off. I made it.
I love it when someone says things like “Would’ve been more fun if you were here" or “I wish you were here so we could do this and this”. It shows that you kinda matter to them to certain degrees, that your existence matters. They mean that your mere presence could have a difference. And what’s so subtle yet beautiful than this ?
this is so embarrassing. i want to love & be loved & drink really nice tea & eat really nice pasta & not feel like the loneliness is a part of me anymore. i want a herb garden
