I know how to drive stick shift now. Maybe not in the mountains, but Tallahassee does have hills. Maybe they’re Florida hills. It’s something.
I wonder if you thought I’d never learn since you never taught me. I wonder if you’d be proud.
I’m in college now. I’m an English major. My focus will be on creative writing. You probably think that’s useless. You probably think I’ll never get a job. You probably think that I’m useless. I hope you threw all of my letters away, because they were some of my best, most passionate work and you don’t deserve to own them. They’ll be worth a lot of money one day, and I want you to be sorry.
I hope one day, everything stops going right for you. I hope one day you’ll wake up soaked in regret.
The weather is here. Don’t come visit.
"Wool socks and chapped hands. Winter creeping in around the pines. Well hearts and better food. Tired laughs. Maps and lists and letters. I crave someones voice reading Psalms and their wrist carelessly placed over my ankle. Dogeared days. Plans and plans and plans. And oh the places. All of them. Paris. Prague. Scotland. Your back porch. Hiccups in the middle of the bar. Wrinkles forming around my eyes that haven’t even seen half of it all yet. A yearlong walkabout that ends in your arms. A hello that has been waiting for ages. A goodbye that was never bothered to be said. Blankets that smell like fires and promises that burn. Frozen breath and forgotten lovers. Truth be told, I am selfish. I will consume my life like a king but cherish like a beggar."
— b.e.fitzgerald (the wants of a restless girl)
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