We could have. I want what they have.
Oh you have no fucking idea what this feels like. One by one, we’ll fall into the world of forced smiles and resignation. Tears are illegal aliens because oh you chose this. You chose this with your silence.
You cannot understand what this feels like, so please stop pretending like you do.
Filed under: The inexplicable things that occur | Tags: we all need dates to weddings
Excuse me while I panic a little. It’s nothing you know, just that I have no date to the wedding tomorrow and I feel like a lamb being thrown to the slaughter. I’m pretty sure I’m exaggerating a lot.
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Fuck, who am I kidding? I need a bloody date. I cannot deal with that many people on my own 
One day you’ll learn, and then you’ll realize not everything has to make sense. Maybe it’s time to accept green for green, and purple for purple. There should be no weird connotations here and there because it just doesn’t belong. There’s a time to stand up to protest with all your might but that time isn’t now, and may never come.
It is not yet time to be.
Love,
Tine
Filed under: Letters to nobody | Tags: Letters, of things that do not leave, pictures
Oh God, I miss you. It’s not the same, and I’m a terrible procrastinator. Will you still be there when I’m ready to go back?
I need you to tell me everything will be okay, and we’ll survive this mess. I need your hugs and assurances and love. Papa, I need you to tell me I’m not dreaming for naught. I need the comfort even my boys cannot give.
Please be there when I’m ready to go back.
x
