"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."

— George Eliot  

Reason 530 why my family should have its own reality TV show:

Tonight my little brother asked me, "Would it be weird if I iced my butt cheeks?"

Yep. That just happened.

Whatever will be will be

I'm not going to chase you.

I'm not going to ask you to chase me.

I'm more than content to just sit here with you

and enjoy whatever time we have together.

Can’t you understand,
I don’t want another hand?
Can’t you see it’s you?

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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My thoughts as he stops by to talk to me:

You still mean a lot to me.

There's really nothing I can do about it at this point.

You make me happy. I feel more myself when I'm with you.

If somebody thinks there's something wrong with that,

well pardon my French, but fuck 'em.

What I really meant:

"And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before."
- Iain Thomas

Rediscovering my voice

In a world that tries to strip you of your essence and tells you what you should be, it seems that I lost my voice for a little while. I wrote very little, got sucked down the vortex of melancholy, and passively let life pass me by for months.

Over the last month though, my voice has started to come back to me. Still little more than a whisper, it longs to be free again. And it will be. The inspirational breeze of a life lived with purpose has returned to push me forward.

I couldn't be more grateful.

Hello there again, World.

I'm back.

Always,
L.A.