Leah. 23. Wonderer. Wanderer.
Currently residing in Denver.
I have this date ish type thing tonight with this dude I kind of actually like and he seems to kind of actually like me (weird, right?) and it’s only 10am and I’m already freaking out over the fact I have no idea what I’m going to wear.
I actually just moved out here a couple of months ago, and to lakewood! How funny is that? I am from Pennsylvania, born and raised there. My father moved back out to Colorado when I was 14 and I have been visiting out here since and have always loved it. I lived out here a couple of years ago too, over in the western slope (aka Bumblefuck, Colorado) didn’t like it, moved back to PA for a couple of years, and now I’m back giving Colorado another go at it. I fucking love Colorado. Denver though, not too much. I am more of a small town girl and there are just waaaaaay too many people and there’s traffic allllll the fucking time and it gets to me after awhile. The fact that I can escape to the mountains easily definitely helps. But I would personally just rather live in the mountains. The one cool thing about lakewood is because it’s in the western side of Denver, you’re like 15-20 minutes from downtown but also 15-20 minutes from the mountains. So it’s kind of like the best of both worlds. My two cents is there are definitely cooler places to live in Colorado that aren’t Denver. But it’s currently where I have a place to live and a job so yeah, here I am. I hope all my babbling helped somehow. If you ever come out to visit, definitely let me know :)
jesus, take the wheel. now put it in first - no, put the clutch in and - jesus, what the fuck, you said you could drive stick
My mother’s boyfriend who I adore called me tonight to catch up and see how I was doing. He really is the sweetest man. We talked and laughed and were then saying goodnight and I said, “I love you, ya know.” And he responded with, “I know. Sweet dreams, goodnight.” And we hung up. He then called me back a couple minutes later and starts to tell me how he would tell his dad that he loved him and his dad would respond with “I know” and how he hated that. He then said, “I love you, too.” And then my heart melted a little. Only took more than two years…
The day you told me you loved me,
neither of us believed in love.
There was a loneliness in our relationship
that only roses could fill -
that only late night confessions could disguise -
that only “lay under the stars with me” kind of silences could
try and make it okay.
we did not understand patience.
we only knew that oranges start
to rot when they get soft
and we did not want to be soft.
we did not want to rot.
we did not want to be alone.