Daytona Beach, Florida (1967)
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Growing the bangs back out, I’m over it. Also doing a purple/blonde ombré. I need change.
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But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
girl: he cheated on me
me: then break up with him
girl: but-
me: bye
Don’t fall in love. Once you fall in love, you become attached. Your every waking moment is occupied with the thought of them and pretty soon you start to think of ways to spend every second of every day with them. You feel happy, at an all time high and everything is all sunshine and daisies and it’s the absolute best feeling in the world.
Until they leave.
Then suddenly the world you created comes crashing down. You start to feel down and there are constant rain clouds over your head. Your heart hurts like it’s never hurt before. What made you happy, doesn’t make you happy anymore. Nothing feels the same. Nothing IS the same. You’re not the same. And sometimes, you never will be. Don’t fall in love.
Excerpt from a story I should probably write. (via starburstsunshinesmiles)