Do you remember us, sweet Winter?
How we pranced and laughed at the Idiots who smoked trees under the full blue moon?
It was long ago, yes, but memories are hard to forget.
Why is it that the people who make you happy, who make laugh like a 5-year-old child, leave you feeling so blue? Why is it that the happiest moments are also the most vivid in my memory bank? Why is that we can’t repeat them?
The average friendship lasts 7 years, I read that the other day and began to weep.
My relationships have lasted a lot less than that. Most, no more than four years. It breaks my heart to think that none of those made it to “average friendships”.
I feel like a less than average human being right now.
I miss Winter and I miss Summer and I miss Spring.
It’s Autumn now and there’s one prospect on the horizon. But this time it’s different. It feels like love. Perhaps, I guess, life it throwing me a bone, and finally allowing me to fall in love.
She told me I was talented and then said I wasn’t like everybody else. She said I shouldn’t compare myself to other people because we’re all different. ‘Circumstances are different, people are different,’ she said. Basically, she was repeating everything I had told her once.
And then I held her hand and I was grateful to have her in my life.
— Lemony Snicket (via icansmellthegasoline)
tale pleasure: sorry
tale pleasure: but you must face it
LeLy TM: Yea
tale pleasure: and it is good you face it every day
tale pleasure: i am proud of you for that.
LeLy TM: I'm going to sleep
LeLy TM: Good night
tale pleasure: sleep tight princess
LeLy TM: I love you
tale pleasure: i love you more.
tale pleasure: <3
LeLy TM: :]
tale pleasure: sweet dreams