I cannot fucking stand Eric and if Casey said he could go on the cruise with us I am going to lose my fucking mind.
I am slowly starting to forget how wonderful I felt at Tybee because all this suck is just flooding back into my life.
I really, really needed this.
Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.
Last night, every time I felt myself start to fall asleep, I’d purposely startle myself awake because I was just too damn comfortable to waste my time with sleep. My bed, my pillows, my big fluffy blanket and big fluffy kitty. Sinking in to all of that muscle relaxer-induced comfort.
Man I hope I feel that way tonight. But you’re on my mind.
"If I had another heart I’d let you break that one too."