The 50-Year Plan
I can’t wait for the ball to start rolling. I’m preparing it to - lots of essays, and decisions, and hard work. Next year will be so new, so blank. I can’t wait for a new page of start-from-scratch friendships, I can’t wait to dive into my area of study and see what I’m destined to do for the rest of my life, I can’t wait to see how I change when I’m living away from home. I’m scared, and some days I wish I could stay under this roof forever. But most nights the thought of where I’ll be in 365 days makes me get the good kind of butterflies.
9:20 pm • 19 November 2013 • 2 notes
A lot of things
1. Speech impediments are not a casual joke, and are a lot harder to deal with than most would assume.
2. Tripping over your words every once in a while does not qualify as “having a stutter.”
3. Do not finish the sentences of someone who is stuttering. So offensive and ignorant. You’re not helping them speak, you’re being an asshole.
4. That being said, be patient. If you have a friend with a speech impediment, be a patient listener.
5. NEVER MAKE FUN OF A SPECIFIC STUTTER A PERSON MAKES BECAUSE IT SOUNDED PARTICULARLY FUNNY.
It’s been a long 10 years dealing with my sister’s speech impediment in our household. Some days it’s bad, and some days it’s nonexistent - she’s been very lucky for that fact. She started high school this year and while that’s intimidating enough, she also has to deal with thinking people will make fun of her if she falls over her words and I hate thinking about it. It’s really sad to see such a terrible, serious disorder regarded so casually - almost comically - by the public. Speech problems deserve the same SENSITIVE respect as any other disorder.
1:53 am • 20 October 2013 • 12 notes
Marriage - the hand of infinity.
to truly testify, is only to achieve it.
to cultivate the journey in your palm,
to clench at the right second -
a grasp to live and strive for.
I believe life lies in that hand.
In its cracks of small memories
In its sweat of starving sacrifice,
In its calluses of ebbing desire
In its fingers - most importantly - laced into anothers’.
I stand young and patient, reaching toward my hand.
8:56 pm • 12 August 2013
I’m crying about things that haven’t happened.
2:06 am • 8 August 2013
I have such a personal tie to folk music - like a friendship. It combines so much that I find beautiful in the world. I’m a Kansan girl born and raised, and as much as I try to stubbornly deny midwest culture, folk pulls my love for this place out of me. Makes it scream home. A gentle reminder that no matter where I go, this place that I denied for so long and then grew to cherish so dearly, will always be with me.
9:51 pm • 7 August 2013 • 3 notes
I’m the biggest broken asshole that ever lived.
2:12 pm • 4 August 2013
Happy 1 year to us. Today was everything that makes our love special to me in a nutshell. Here’s to many more, with my best friend.
2:19 am • 22 July 2013 • 1 note
It was my luck to find you,
And it will be my drive to keep you.
1:57 am • 7 July 2013
My heart is stationed
in the heart of the country.
I don’t care where I end up next year,
as long as I know I can always come back here.
2:54 am • 4 July 2013
I used to be all words
I used to write every day
Out of excitement, out of
sadness, anger, confusion.
Now I’m scared.
And writing about your fear
is facing it.
And I’d rather distance myself.
As long as possible.
And then after, surely,
I’ll write of the outcome.
1:48 am • 4 July 2013 • 2 notes