What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once. Lang Leav
I just absolutely love that my brother likes to throw my insecurities in my face. It’s so nice to know that it’s just a joke and fun to use against me. To make me feel even worse about myself. Just loves to purposely hurt me. Doesn’t care whether he hurts me. He’s too much like his father. That’s why we will never be close. Why I’ll never be normal around my brother. Why he’ll always think I hate everything. Because I just hate being around him.
Honestly I would love it if someone were to just asked me, “Hey wanna go grab a coffee?” or “lets have a study date at Starbucks” or just something along those lines. I just imagine it being so adorable not only because i absolutely love the atmosphere at coffee shops but because over a coffee conversations go a long ways. For me, anyways.
Reblog if you have met someone online that you would love to hangout with but they live too far away.