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"I loved you. And here’s a news flash; you protected me from nothing. I spent time missing you, wondering what the hell I did wrong to make you do that to me. I thought everything was my fault. And even when I got over that, I still knew what I’d lost: you. You were the one who made me laugh when I had a crappy day. You were the one I vented to when I was mad, the one I shared all the good stuff with. You always knew when I was full of crap, and you always called me on it. You were smart, you were funny, and you were good-looking. You were mine. And then suddenly, you weren’t. I knew every day exactly what I’d lost, and I missed you every day, and I believed in you every day, and my heart broke every day. That’s the big favor you did for me. Thanks so much. Here’s the kicker - you weren’t even protecting me. You were protecting yourself. If you’d give half a thought to me, you would have said goodbye."
(via soweliveforever)
(Source: notagingeryet, via callmeav)
1. Your Real name:
Alex
2. Your detective name (Favorite color and favorite Animal):
Green dog
3. Your soap opera name (middle name and street you live on):
Ellaine
4. Your Star wars name (first three letters of last name, first two of middle name, first two of first, last three of last):
rocescha
5. Superhero name (color of your shirt, first item to your immediate left):
Purple wall
6. Goth name (Black and one of your pets):
Black Bailey…
&.
(Source: thestoryofcolton, via callmeav)
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it❤
(Source: drlaurenlewis, via eatsomegaybrownies-deactivated2)
(Source: etmoonshade, via eatsomegaybrownies-deactivated2)
I don’t want people to know what I’m going through, because now I’m strong. But if only people saw what I’ve been through, then they’d know why strong is my only option.
