It was the most amazing ice cream I’ve ever had in my life.
It was like that big!
I was like, what?!
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» words & turds: maybe if sisyphus were a 20-something girl from brooklyn without a fucking clue
sometimes, something that you wanted to be good, and beautiful, full of love and significance… just isn’t, and it hurts.sometimes you feel on the precipice of something great. before someone even loves you, you imagine marrying him and having his children and hyphenating your last name to have a long, ornate, loopy, signature.
sometimes, you can already tell something is wrong but you hold it closer so that it still feels good. sometimes, when you reach the point where you have to jump, you fall. it is a long way down. sometimes, you feel as if no one wants to invest in you—like no one in your life has, does, or will ever love you enough to stay. (to keep.) those times, you will be wrong. because you have. you have loved yourself enough to live. sometimes, when you reach the point where you have to jump, you fall. and you face the climb. it is pain and sweat and agony, excitement and elation, fear and hopelessness, burning and burning. and then one day, you are there again. you have to try again. to jump again. sometimes, something that you wanted to be good, and beautiful, full of love and significance… just isn’t, and it hurts. but it is significant in ways you didn’t expect. and that is ok. maybe better.
When I was 18, I got into a fight with my boyfriend, one of those fights where I was entirely out of line. I left his apartment for a while and drove around our college town, trying to remember how you apologized to someone. I went to the grocery store and made my way to the bakery, picking out a cake with flowers on it, the kind you fight over with other kids at birthday parties when you’re little. I pointed it out to the woman behind the counter.
“Do you want to say something on it?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Can you put ‘Sorry for being a cunt’ on it?”
“No, no, I cannot,” she huffed at me.
We were in a standoff. I can only imagine what she thought of a teenage girl putting such a word in buttercream icing. She stood strong and I didn’t back down. She called her manager over, a younger woman who started laughing when she heard what the problem was. She tried to convince her employee to write my message in buttercream and then she tried to compromise with me.
“Maybe ‘sorry for being a bitch’?” she said.
“No, it was worse than that, I was a total cunt,” I said.
“I won’t write bitch either,” said the employee, arms crossed.
Finally, the manager grabbed the icing herself and wrote my message on it. I paid for it and took it to my then boyfriend’s apartment. I knocked and held it out to him. He read it and read it again and looked from my face to the cake and back again a few times. I shrugged and he let me inside, setting the cake on the kitchen table. We sat and ate it together, forgetting why we had been so upset. He ate the part that said “cunt” on it and I got the flower.
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I don’t remember how to make friends, if I ever did at all.
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Jan 24
Wow, I am crying right now. This really pulled my heartstrings. My Mom passed away from Breast Cancer in March of this year. She had it since late October 2007. I miss taking care of her at home when she had her sick days and also her sickest days. I took care of her because she needed me, like when I needed her when I was sick. I miss her so much! Rest in Peace, Mom! <3
Very powerful. Think everybody should just take a second to admire the bravery of some people!
(Source: missbakesmissstakes, via youarenotanumber)
