So last night was fantastic. I hung out with some friends and we watched the Producers. Which I didn’t get to finish waaaah D: but for the most part it was wonderful. Very broadway. Anyways , in the middle of it I got really sad bc I knew you should’ve been there. But you weren’t. I know you wish you could’ve been too. On the way home I got to bitch with my friend about how stupid cops are. When I got home I had anxiety attacks and I was crying really hard bc I had just had a down swing for the past few days and I had enough. I missed you like it was only a week after not five months. Then I got to see you and I got to hear your voice and I was perfectly fine again. I didn’t even realize over two hours had gone by while we were talking. The past few mornings I didn’t want to get of out bed and I didn’t for hours. This morning I woke up jumping around and smiling. That’s because of you.
"If you ever doubt the power of language, listen more closely. Witness the magic the first time someone whispers “i love you.” Watch a woman put on head phones, close her eyes, and have her life changed by a lyric. See a bad moment flipped upside down by a well timed joke. Words propel us, empower us, make us human and more than human. We constantly struggle to say what we mean and mean what we say. To “wrestle with words and meanings.” that’s what t.s. eliot calls it. But as we whisper and shout, stutter and spin, we create order out of the chaos around us. We are built of words, and we live by them, too."
(Source: creatingaquietmind, via itsnese)
