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<a href="http://lennonstel.insanejournal.com/5431.html"><font style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 16px; text-transform: uppercase;">no matter what they say, they'll be another day</a></font><div style="display:none;"><lj-cut></div></center><table border="0" style="background-color:;border-collapse:collapse;border:0px solid #000000;color:#000000;width:750px" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="7"><br /><br /><br /><br /><tr><td width="50%" valign="top"><font size="2.9"><font style="font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; line-height: 13px; font-weight: heavier; color: #000; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 0px; text-align:;">--------------------------<br /><br /><blockquote><p align="justify">mom’s offer that sound advice that sticks to your ribs. the first being, ‘be good.’ every time she and i parted, the sentiment to be true and protect your heart. the second being, ‘be the child you were.’ i have both inked upon my skin. though it felt conflicting, i was terrified about the concept of a <i>return to sender</i> as far as finalities were concerned. goodbyes and missing a piece of your heart. people will come into your life and show you right from wrong with their guidance, they’ll show you your capabilities. but they won’t always remain. an exchange of memories and an imprint on your heart. i almost took that for granted at a young age because i wasn’t built for endings. the middle ground that followed the high, the show nashville coming to an end, my parents divorcing. i would say thank you, but never goodbye. i suppose that’s how it feels when you’re the kind of person that loves too much. i don’t live in moderation, and i’m almost certain that resonates with all. we are born to be addicted. to love and feel emotion. too much and all too soon, and it’s not often forgiving.<br />
<center><center><a href=“https://i.imgur.com/wFpk4Hb.mp4"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/U6ea7Mi6cC0xAHxsez/giphy.gif" height="162" width="105"></a> <img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/f6zBBla9EueUXa8KyQ/giphy.gif" title="have you ever felt so enamored and entranced that you need to take a moment to pull yourself out to resuscitate yourself, to steady the heady dizziness from a lack of oxygen, to stop your limbs from disobeying you to speak the words you can’t quite express. so gratefully overwhelmed that you need to make note of something before it’s lost? you’ve done that. stitched me back up in such a way that you’ve filled every void with your support and love. and i love you, you’re a light. i look to you because your smile is so warm that the happiness encases your eyes and i can feel it. in being close to you your light transfers to me." height="162" width="105"> <a href="https://i.imgur.com/AL3acqV.mp4"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/MWrcfpSJMsgtG5wPta/giphy.gif" height=162 width="105"></a>
<center><a href=“https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AQ0Kt9i7Ds"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/QWw1t5tMSkmIqsVxYR/giphy.gif" title="a family i hold deep in my heart (yes, and you alex and ash)." height="162" width="255"></a> <img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/kgroQvVKtKOA51xz5K/giphy.gif" title="you're never too far, singing about clouds and chasing rabbits." height="162" width="64"> <center><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/RJgZaFN142urjvIX5p/giphy.gif" height="162" width="97"> <a href="https://imgur.com/GWjExBV"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/jnEYKdqRuHVF4Yf4Nj/giphy.gif" height="162" width="110"></a> <a href="https://i.imgur.com/881NoBr.mp4"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/dt0n6EYZN9CSKIgo2y/giphy.gif" title="you ignite a fire and orchestrate a crowd. feel a song at your very core." height="162" width="108"></a>
<a href="https://i.imgur.com/AL3acqV.mp4"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><td width="40%" valign="top"><div align="justify"><font size="2.9"><p align="justify"><font style="font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; line-height: 13px; font-weight: heavier; color: #000; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 0px; text-align:;"><center><br /><a href=“https://i.imgur.com/rnJPd1Q.mp4"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/kfL295XQ9qbJxS1Hx2/giphy.gif" width="105"></a> <img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/LSuYQ84hfT277sORwc/giphy.gif" height=165 width="110"> <a href="https://i.imgur.com/KGrD3QP.mp4"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/RleyOGL40ySfQGEVh0/giphy.gif" title="a first. never a last." height=165 width="110"></a></center><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/izbbJGH0CSfHRW2vsf/giphy.gif" height="162" width="100"> <img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/SVMv0bFAhICgyozuRN/giphy.gif" title="impossible to have done it without these people." height="162" width="110"> <a href="https://i.imgur.com/TTkehrm.mp4"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/J20xH1PBV5QHEa1gDg/giphy.gif" height="162" width="115"></a></center><p align="justify">we burn bridges and carry flames. we torch towns because it’s all or nothing. my desire for stability carried me forward. in the back of my mind there was always this fear of finality that i wouldn’t accept. i faced the unknown of finality twice. my uncle, and a close friend within a week of each other three months ago. having lived my life finding deep comfort in knowing and trusting that everything happens for a reason. i couldn’t comprehend it, i couldn’t make any sense of being told by the late bubsy that, “your heart is your secret weapon.” the family that is the world war joy tour embraced me with open arms, they guided me through the unknown that felt like a cold gasp of air. and with such nurturing energy. i’ve found in reflection that i’ve grown into myself and understand that a goodbye isn’t necessary. forty-one shows peppered with friends and family, with love. <i>with you</i>. you collect those people, however temporary. each leave a piece of themselves with you, your story. and you offer them the same. they shape you into the person who awakens in the morning with a smile. simply because of how lucky you are that they chose you. you value them in your little beating secret weapon, and you remind them to, ‘be good.’ nothing is final. they stick to your ribs and never should you take them for granted. too many memories, too much joy. so much love.<br /><br />playlist ---<br />--- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpzBU4sj_4w">vérité - amnesia</a><br />--- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySogWT0htwU">moon monsoon - all i want</a><br />--- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndhMYg3tw3M">the naked and famous - sunseeker</a><br />--- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeupYam8JT8">the japanese house - cool blue</a><br />--- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCLE-HKus6M">chelsea cutler & alexander 23 - lucky
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