I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that isn’t indulgent, one that doesn’t stop the earth from spinning but maybe keeps us grounded in spite of all that uncontrollable movement.

I want to split the bill and pay the bills and not get lost in some unsustainable delusion where the rest of our lives become inconsequential. I want us to be human, I want to argue, I want to take too long in the shower…

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What do you do?

What do you do when every little thing you ever wanted is right in front of you?

What do you do when you know for a fact that this person is everything you want and everything you can’t have?

Do you give up?

Do you stop loving them and try to move on because sometimes that’s the only option anymore?

Do you sit on this ledge, this precipice of doubt, and hope that someone or something pushes you both over the edge, one way or another?

Or do you fight?

Do you scratch and scream and fight your way through any obstacle that keeps you from them and hope to whoever is above that they are waiting for you with open arms?

7sunriseoversea:

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

~ Martin Luther King Jr. 

rubywhiterabbit:

My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…

Pluto is there.

The artist remembered Pluto.

Guys…

The artist drew Pluto crying.

You think your temper is the worst in the world, but mine used to be just like it… I’ve been trying to cure it for [fifteen years], and have only succeeded in controlling it.

I am angry nearly every day of my life, but I have learned not to show it; and I still try to hope not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do it.

-Louisa May Alcott

You have to be your own hero sometimes.

sanukfootwear:

- Sierra Blair-Coyle