I need comforting bright lights and a big city to get lost in, but not this one. Not this one.
I Wrote This for You: The Salting of the Earth (via snapcracklep0p)
It’s funny how amidst all the chaos of unsaid words my mind will focus on the most insignificant things. How instead of thinking all the words I had never said enough to you and how I’ll never be able to say them to you again I never stopped thinking about how I hadn’t taken enough pictures with you when I was little. How I would never have to worry about someone beating me with a spoon. How I would never have to worry about my toys disappearing then magically finding them in a box near your bed. How I would never have anyone force feed me chocolate rice. Then how I didn’t have to worry about any of that for the past few years because you were sick and old and didn’t have the strength to scold me. But I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you terribly. We’ll all miss you. And I’m grateful for you because without you none of us would be here. You’ve brought us together and we’re strong for you. Rest in paradise, you and Tata are finally together again. I love you forever and for always Nana.
Some things stick with you forever, like remembering exactly how to ride a bicycle—pedals spinning, heart racing and with your mind soaring up above all else.
Other things leave you along with the memories they’re tied to, like remembering how to fall, with skinned elbows and bruised knees and a…
