would you rather...
Stay up until 4am laughing, or stay up until 4am tracing the cracks in your ceiling because you can't stop thinking about that thing you did two, five, six, ten, fifteen years ago? Cook dinner for two, or keep ordering the same delivery pizza and eating the cold leftovers for breakfast the next morning? Take a leap of faith, or live the same day over and over again? The choice is obvious.
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how to cry
Step one: Leave the door open and ignore your mum calling for you. Run down the road, trip and skin your knee in the gravel, get up and keep running. (This part is very important: You always have to get up and keep running.) Step two: Collapse in a nearby field, feeling like you've run miles but really you've only run half of one at best. Feel embarrassed about this later. (This part is very important: You will always feel embarrassed about it later.) Step three: Don't talk when your sister comes to find you. Cry into her lap until she suggests you come back for dinner. Refuse. Find a plate waiting for you when you finally do, long after the sun has set. (This part is very important: You can always go back home, the door is always open, a plate will always be waiting.)
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something romantic
Every freckle, every line pressed into your soft skin, every stray hair that missed the tie. Mornings with dew clinging to blades of grass, afternoons spent seeking shade, evenings kissed with the last of the sun's rays and little fireflies dancing through the air. A thick heat, breeze off the water, a laugh echoing across the very thin space between you and me.
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how it rained
Why does bad news always find us in the middle of the night? I could feel it before I answered the phone. I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but I didn't. I sat in the kitchen lost in my own thoughts, I packed a bag, I went back home. Sometimes I hate that I ever left.
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What era of your life are you in right now?