It would have been that perfect time of morning. We would get home from the bar, sit, and talk forever. The sky would change from a black endless color, to a purple and soon-to-be blue haze.
I would show you new things, and old things, and you would respond with a laugh.
We would listen to music, and smoke ourselves to no return.
And then we would fall in love.
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Anonymous asked: you write alot about your boyfriend. how long have you to been together?
Um, I have not been writing as much as before, but yes I do write a lot about him!
We have been together for a little over a year now!
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"How is it that hardly any major religion has looked at science and concluded, “This is better than we thought! The Universe is much bigger than our prophets said, grander, more subtle, more elegant?” Instead they say, “No, no, no! My god is a little god, and I want him to stay that way.” A religion, old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the Universe as revealed by modern science might be able to draw forth reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths."
Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space (via ninefoldgoddess)
Theres an old voice in my head thats holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will all be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young and full of life and full of love
Some days I feel like Im wrong when I am right
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear
Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December.
it makes me smile.
sometimes when I am at work, I will get really bored, so I think about you laughing.
