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I wrote a poem titled “Instructions for Finding the Love of Your Life” on small pieces of cardstock and stuck them to the street lamps at LACMA Urban Light. She said yes.
OKAY BUT WHAT WERE THE STEPS
Ask and you shall receive lol
Instructions for Finding the Love of Your Life
Step 1
You will meet her at a house party
when you are home from college over winter break.
Bring beer in a Christmas stocking.
She will think it’s cute.
At night’s end, sit on steps outside the locked apartment.
If she’s cold (she will be), offer her your jacket.Step 2
When you Skype, embarrass yourself
by reciting your monologue.
She will think it’s cute.
The first time you talk, tell her too much.Step 3
Wake up,
kiss her forehead.
Realize that pledge you had to remain unattached
has been derailed.Step 4
Begin writing her love letters in a journal.
Eventually, you will give this to her
on your 1st anniversary.Step 5
Move home.
Feel the pull.
Watch as your lives interlace,
the distance between your bodies
collapses.Step 6
Talk all night.
Dig deep,
whisper your pasts into quiet earth,
smear the ground smooth,
soothe the scars,
clean the slates.
Fall asleep that night
with legs entwined in Celtic knots
no end, no beginningStep 7
Don’t sleep.
Slide fingertips
through worn jean rips
high risen rims
over wide hips
split her lips with a kiss
touch her skin
spark the thin line
tracing the brims of your bodies,
not breaking apart
and coming togetherStep 8
Feel certainty.
Spoon into the arc of her knees,
study the architecture of her warmth,
wonder how your body slept
before your heartbeats harmonized,
hypnotized by the rhythm of her steady breath,
her pulse
in your nerve endings.Step 9
Meet her family.
Witness her mannerisms in her parents’ gestures
the way she loves her sisters.
See the concrete layers of her foundation—
lessons she learned early,
reasons you love her.Step 10
Be boring.
Read books in bed.
Try hard to let her fall asleep before you.
Listen to her blood.
Feel like bursting.Step 11
Injure your shoulder.
When you wake in pain
in the middle of the night
every night
for the first few weeks,
take note of her soothing voice
the way she stays awake
until she knows you are okay.Step 12
Buy it when you find it!
With concrete countertops and travertine floors,
the squares that will wear as you walk,
walls that will watch as you age.Step 13
In your new home,
in your new bed,
press into her back,
kiss the valley of nerves at her hairline,
trace the bumps of her spine,
sense the warmth of her thighs,
think to yourself:
She is the skin and bone of meStep 14
Buy the ring.
Step 15
Tell her:
In the center of my chest,
beneath the bones and flesh,
between the lungs,
lies the heart that bids blood to the brain,
bears life in measured beats,
opens and bursts with your laughter,
grows, and breaks, and burns,
but of every mark left,
yours is the deepest, most lasting groove.
This is our story.
but if it wasn’t,
in 100,000 other lifetimes,
there’d be 100,000 other versions,
because I know
yours is the heart
that mine would have never stopped searching for.
You are my scent
and sense of home,
the most beautiful, bravest thing
I’ve ever held,
and I want a lifetime
to listen to you sing;
I want to write you love poetry
with 80-year-old fingers.
And I know I’m not perfect,
but this is a promise to never stop trying.
This is the poem
I started writing
6 months after we met,
because I knew then what I still do,
I want you
for the rest of my life.
I want you make you my lawful wedded wife.
So say yes
to all of my flaws,
and the ocean depth of my devotion.
Say yes,
and I will kneel nightly
at the alter of your aspirations,
every morning chanting affirmations
of my everlasting dedication to our love.Say yes, my darling,
my beautiful girl,
say yes
when I ask you…Will you marry me?
this made me die
Ugh I want this… So badly
what the hell this is great
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Confession: I have a friend who likes to text me at like 4am when he’s had nightmares or he can’t sleep or he just needs a friend. He thinks I’m always awake at 4am but really I go to bed around 12am and I change his text-tone to the loudest one I have just so it wakes me up when he needs me.
you’re the kind of friend everyone needs
I think that since its been a year since I made this post its time for an update. In the past year I’ve watched this post grow and grow, people I work with have told me about it as “this post I saw the other day” and they have no idea it’s my post. The person I wrote this about has even reblogged it. He is no longer texting me at 4am. Not because we no longer speak but because the nightmares have stopped. He and I both are in a much better place. Most often the only times he’s waking me up at 4am is when he’s pulling me closer to him while we sleep. He’s more than a friend now and I’m forever thankful to have him. Everyone messaged me saying he was lucky to have me but I think I was just as lucky to have him and I would do it all over.
The update just makes it even better ❤️
😢😢😩 OMG. My heart.
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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
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Prince rogers nelson through the years.
RIP to the gemini king
King❤️❤️
Michael and Prince were everything to me like idk what to do with myself right now
What a phenomenal man. He will be wholeheartedly missed.
Today is a sad day. RIP 🙏🏼
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when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
I just cried.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER
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