alittle-honey

[alittle-honey]

How do I tell you that in my head I’m still sixteen and the future hasn’t even touched me yet?

That today my bones are heavy with an eternity of angst because my eyelids are weighted down from 80 years of want?

But my lips are still blue raspberry flavoured from all the wishes I made when I was 10 and wanted to grow up?

Today I am; tomorrow I go to work

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[alittle-honey]

My perfect future is this: You.

My heartbreak is this: You 6 months ago.

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[alittle-honey]

I’m tired of trying to explain it —

I am scared because of the inevitable.

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[alittle-honey]

There is an ache to being at the end. To being eighteen and watching the chaos of the apocalypse get tucked into cardboard boxes and between teenage dreams.

There is an ache to being to being twenty. To no longer being a stupid teenager, to realzing that Lucifer was beautiful and I am still clinging to the tradgies that he wrote.

There is an ache to being. To living. To existing. There is simply hurt. To believe differently is to believe that the darkest parts of me were not once angles

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[alittle-honey]

Here is the truth about the universe: it has no idea what it’s doing.

It does not matter how much you compare life to the birth of stars, or beauty to the milky way – the universe is grasping at straws just like you and I.

Sure, some people like to compare the magic of life to that of flowers, and rivers, and seemingly endless oceans. But that’s nothing more then 10th grade English.

The colour blue represents sadness, and red is for anger, yellow is for happiness, and white is purity.

But that’s all fake. It’s nothing but people trying to find their way.

The colour pink is love, and black means nothing. But when I was 15 I was wearing a blue dress when I had my first kiss, and a pink sweater when I had my heartbroken. My house was painted white; eggshell, willow, and first light graced the walls of every single room. But my house was never a home – it was a place to sleep and hope for better. My mom’s funeral was red and no one was mad. My dad was my star and he was painted black from working in the mines.

I mean, how else do diamonds form? It’s always under stress.

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[alittle-honey]

"I will be whole -- and one day, not anytime soon (I hope), that too will end."

-GMF

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[alittle-honey]

"And in your voice, I will hear the truth, and it will pull me back together."

-GMF

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[alittle-honey]

I think that there are mysteries in this world that that we will never understand. And the top one is us. Even with all the facts laid out in front of me, the truth on my fingertips — I’ll never know.

I will never know more to us then what is happening right now. Then what we want to believe.

But, there is one thing I know for sure. Whatever we have is beyond anything else. Whatever we have is epic.

And no one will hide that secret.

-gmf// mysteries of the world.

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[alittle-honey]

I have fallen in love with summer.

With the way the sun wakes me up and wraps around me like my mothers arms. Full of never ending warmth and love that I’ve been craving for so long. I love that the symbol for summer is bikini clad girls coloured in freedom, self-love, and endless nights. That I can survive off of watermelon and red freezies and never starve for prefect because I’ve finally leaned to appreciate evey inch of my sun-kissed skin. Even the parts I hide in the winter.

I love summer because it loves me back.

GMf

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[alittle-honey]

Maybe there should have been more to it, to us. Maybe in another lifetime, we could have been in love even after we decided we weren't, maybe we could still be glowing, and shining, and happy when the sunsets. Maybe our love was just too much for this world. For us.

GMF// Not today

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[alittle-honey]

Maybe there are some days where I'm just not meant to be here. I don't mean that I want to be dead, I just want to be somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away from here. I want to be by the river all day watching it run wild and free or laying down in a field somewhere off the highway that no one ever stops at. I want to be somewhere where time stops and I don't have to feel like this anymore.

GMF

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[alittle-honey]

Forever + 1

“It’s inevitable,” she says. “We’re never going to work out.”

And you want to leave it at that. You want to nod your head and agree and walk away. It’s inevitable, you know that she’s right. There are a thousand reasons why: you’re too young, too dumb, too broke – and a million more that you could say at the snap of her fingers.

But you don’t want to.

You want to yell at her, you want to scream and shout until you’re blue in the face and your throat is raw. You want to grab her hands and never let her go, you want to tell her that even though she’s always right, she’s wrong this time. She wrong and you’re right, she’s so wrong that you want to cry. You want to bawl your eyes out and sob. Cry until there’s nothing left.

You can feel the words bubbling up in the back of your throat, like a volcano that’s about to explode and wipe out everything it ins way. It’s inevitable.

“But what if we do?” Your voice starts off as a soft whisper, the same one you use when you hold her close at night. “What if we do wrong out and the stars sing, and the moon shines and the waves rise – what if we stay in love. What if we just ignore what everyone says about us. That we’re too young and dumb, and broke, and all the other ones too. What if I listened to your heart and you listened to mine, I already have the sound of your heartbeat memorized and nights when I’m not with you I play it over and over in my head to fall asleep. What if you said no to the inevitable and yes to us?”

But the words never come.

Instead, you stand there staring at her as she walks away. You listen to her feet on the wood floor and count the moments you loved her – but you don’t know what number comes after forever.

- GMF

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[alittle-honey]

“It’ll be ok, Honey.” He kissed my forehead and let his lips linger for just a second before he pulled away from me and walk right out that front door.

I wish that I could have told Cody that no matter how sweet honey is, you can still drown in it.

-GMF

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[alittle-honey]

Somehow in that blinding darkness, Cody found my hand and held onto it the same way you hold onto the wheel of an old car when you’re doing 80 down the highway; like it’s going to fall apart any second.

-GMF

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[alittle-honey]

#mood

[alittle-honey]

“And in her kiss I taste the revolution and I see the light.”

[alittle-honey]

I look around and I see it: I never was a child. I grew up too fast. And for that, I will never be who I could have been

GMF

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