Dear____ ,

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart “Let love grow” But my heart told my head “This time no This time no”

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And I will tell the night
Whisper, “Lose your sight”
But I can’t move the mountains for you

A number of people I care about made me feel really shitty today.

May is going to be insaneeeeeee. Ready, Set, Go!

If you’ve got a problem with me, say it to my god damn face.

I’ll get over it. Just like I get over every other little detail that pisses me off.

But something about hockey resinates with me. My late grandfather was the oldest living hockey player in Canada until he died this passed December. It meant the world to him and to that side of my family, it’s really starting to stick with me.

vickyyd:

I’m sorry I’m not way outgoing, or super skinny, or 5’6. I’m sorry I can’t be perfect. sometimes I’m sorry I’m me. god, I need a hug.

Who are you apologizing to? Ask yourself that.

Because we all love you and wouldn’t change a thing. So who is stopping you from feeling good? Who is preventing you from feeling worthy?

All I think about when I read you blog is about how completed outgoing and beautiful you are, and it comes across so clearly. I only wish you could appreciate youself for at that the world views you as. Which is remarkable.

Favorite Blake Shelton hit

If I fall asleep now I will still get x/hours of sleep

I’m Feeling damn bitchy today. Don’t say I didn’t give you fair warning.

Wanna press my buttons? Today’s the day to see what really irks me.

Enjoy!

Ps: I won’t apologize if you start it.

1. Pound Sand “The origin of the expression go pound sand is from a longer expression, not to know (have enough sense to) pound sand down a rathole. Filling rat holes with sand is menial work, and telling someone to pound sand down a hole is like telling them to go fly a kite. The expression dates to at least 1912 and is common in the midwestern United States.”