I hate reading this....I hate reading what kurt wrote and then scrolling up to this. It's too sad...I hate everything that happened this summer, and I hate thinking about things. but I know that without all of this shit there could be no way that you would be brillant *L* or that he would be, or that the two of you would drive me so crazy.
The summer turned out brilliantly. It was a little scary at parts, but everything's ok, now. It's all over now, baby blue and all of that. I think we could make sadness out of the air, anyway. It's about time that we all started working on just being safe and happy.
I thought of my Papa in much of the same ways you thought of your Pap. My Papa was the most handsome and cool cowboy the world had ever known, in my eyes.
And I love when you write about your mother. I remember her SO clearly from that one time at your house and every word you write rings so perfectly true in my memory.
My pap hated everything, but he loved me. It's funny, because now I've chosen a husband who is the same way. A grumpy old man soul with poetry inside of him.
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(randomly came here from the get-up-dread-up community.)
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PS. New office tonight!!!!
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I thought of my Papa in much of the same ways you thought of your Pap. My Papa was the most handsome and cool cowboy the world had ever known, in my eyes.
And I love when you write about your mother. I remember her SO clearly from that one time at your house and every word you write rings so perfectly true in my memory.
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It's funny, because now I've chosen a husband who is the same way. A grumpy old man soul with poetry inside of him.
Thanks, sare. <3
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