I Am Violently And Relentlessly Kind.

I’ll never forget the time I was in the car with my now wife when we were freshmen in college and she was playing “Amen” by Amber Run and, with tears in her eyes, asked me if I’d ever heard it. And I, equally somber, said “yeah in a Warrior Cats PMV.”

@ofthequeenbee

I hope you know how much I love you.

You never realize how much 6 pounds of something really is until you have to pick up 6 pounds of banana bread from the post office

And why do I remember it? It wasn't remarkable. It wasn't special. It was just a moment, maybe eight, nine seconds. And yet it remains. Why is this what I remember? I forget everything. My memory is hazy and foggy. I can't think straight. It's so hard for me. I try so hard to remember things I need. Things I want. Things I love. Why can't I forget this? Why do I cling to it?

Well, you know what they say

Keep all your writing. Keep that bad fanfic you wrote when you were 12. Keep that essay you wrote junior year of high school. Keep those poems you wrote for her. Keep it all. Keep it all.

No, Dad, it's not all in my head.

It's in my diaphragm. It's coiling around my ribs. It's pulsing with my heart. It's gripping my sternum. It has intertwined itself to me.

It's in my fucking marrow.

Dear mr professor,

sorry i didnt do the assignment. tummy hurt

Yeah, I work out ;)

(I carry up all the groceries in one trip because I am too stubborn to come back)