Stop What You’re Doing Right Now Because ‘Gilmore Girls’ Is Premiering Sooner Than We Think
This is not a drill! Gilmore Girls is FINALLY coming out on Netflix the day after Thanksgiving this year.
This is not a drill! Gilmore Girls is FINALLY coming out on Netflix the day after Thanksgiving this year.
Trust that one day, when you are least expecting it, you’ll meet the right person for you. But in the meantime, wake the f*** up. Smell the summer air. Stop and look at your surroundings. Really live.
Our future was sunshine during foggy days. It was our cave amongst the rubble. Our cabin amongst the grizzly bears. It was our tiny apartment in a city full of skyscrapers. Our cozy retreat, blocking out the hustle and bustle of the world.
We failed at love. We failed at saying goodbye. We failed at letting go. And now we fail some more at moving on. We don’t know how to forget. And when we can’t forget, we don’t know how to live like we aren’t ghosts of our past selves.
Now you fill me up with
unanswered messages, crumpled letters
and dusty guitar strings.
Time is a funny little thing. Time helped me let go of you a little. Time saved me from your overdose. Time pulled the blinds against you, so I didn’t have to smell your scent everywhere I walked. It helped me realize that even though I still wanted you, I didn’t need you anymore.
We all deserve bold love. We are just too afraid to admit it. But if there is a love out there that is bold enough to wash you down with primary colors, than it’s worth all of the pain and all of the hurt. It’s always going to be worth it. No matter how it ends.
Healing won’t leave you whole. It won’t leave you brand new. It will just make the world shine a little brighter when you’re happy, a little dustier when you’re sad, and a little more emotional around the edges. But most importantly, it will make your bones tougher, your cells stronger, and your heart even more beautiful.
Somehow, god only knows how, you make it. You stand up and don’t crumble into the dust he left you with. You stand up and don’t melt from the sun that tries to blind you. You can see, even through your red and bloodshot eyes. You keep getting up, even though it hurts every bone in your body.
You used to be my strength, my survival guide, and my map. But, I walk with longer strides now, firmly planted on concrete. Perfectly balanced, not even wavering when storms hit me. I don’t need you to be the writer anymore.