Jul 25
Didn’t get around to/last year
So, I obviously didn’t get around to writing about the new tattoo, but I will. Soon.
Last year, July 25th, everything was so fucking perfect. The world was right, and beautiful, and wide open. I marked my calendar. I wish I could forget… fuck it. I can’t, I don’t have the words. Today was supposed to be so much better.
I’m just stuck.
I don’t want this song to be so true. It didn’t used to be true. I have to make it not true. I can write my own reality, I can. I know I can. Life isn’t just something that happens to us, this string of seconds minutes hours days weeks months years that we can’t control, it’s not. We’re all capable of magic, words do cast spells, words create. Words are powerful, I just have to use them better. I have to stop wasting them. I have to stop letting myself fall until I’m dead.
He fell and fell and fell for her until he burned to nothing in her atmosphere.
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