Bidwill Hunting

You never know what you'll get.

I held his hand tightly, pressed up against the car’s stick shift
The highway blurred around us
As I turned my head to mumble:
“Life is better sharing your life with someone.”

I’ll never forget what my man of few words responded:
“Isn’t that the point?”

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

I abide by this daily.

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

I abide by this daily.

Just Wanted To Say Hi, Guys!

aries4798:

yasss on We Heart Ithttp://weheartit.com/entry/125257257/via/crazyforlifexx

destinyzwatkins said: Well darling, you can always talk to me. My dad passed away with cancer a while back and my grandad is going through it now. You can come to me with anything and everything. I won't judge or speak unless you want me to. Lots of love. xo

Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m sorry that you’ve gone through this too. I look forward to the day when no one has to go through this.

Do you ever feel helpless? Like you can’t do anything for it?

My Mom doesn’t think she’ll last five more years with this cancer.
It’s hard to hear that.

I wrote an email for her, saying she couldn’t make it to this summer’s high school reunion. 
"Mom, just say, I hope to see you at the next one."

She gave me a look. The look that said everything without a single word being uttered besides, “Well…”

She’s mentioned recently, with this new trial drug she might get, some cancer patients last up to two years.
If she gets it, instead of the placebo. And if it’s lucky for her.

No one knows. I wish I had people to talk about this with, but I never want to be a downer for my boyfriend and friends.

And so, I’m here. Writing this. 

How I Know I Don’t Love Him Anymore

When you’re in love,
All the little details matter

You remember what songs came on when they put their IPod on shuffle
Their favorite outfits that clung to them
The foods they can’t live without
Their parents names, their dream jobs, the car they picked you up in

You remember how they looked when they smiled, and how many times you thought about them when you tried to sleep

I’ve had friends, who never forget those things - even after parting ways

For me, it has taken years,
But it has slowly faded away
Disappearing ink that was once our story

I remember he existed. I remember I loved him.

But I don’t remember him. And I don’t want to.

“I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.”

—   Jonathan Carroll (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via kindaforever)

thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop:

Your life doesn’t suck; you’re just letting your current circumstances overwhelm you. You’re okay. You are going to be okay.

(via libertarianlifeguard)

Advice Needed

To get your boyfriend to appreciate you (or at least verbalize it or show his romantic side more)

Do you pull back on communication, the sweet gestures, etc?

Or do you just continue loving him with all you have?