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HELLO, HELP ME GET TO PORTLAND! Hi, I’m Eric Boyd. A lot of folks know me on my blog [EricBoydblog.tumblr.com], where I have been posting daily six word stories/poems for a couple years now. Some people may be aware that I have been dedicating myself to that practice in order to make my short st…
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I watched a man run his hand
up and down his girlfriend’s spine
like a keyboard to keep her warm
as they waited for the bus downtown,
she smiled without looking at him
and he knew it so he pulled her close.
And I thought about them hours later —
how I hoped they were good to each other
and knew just how lucky they were
because there’s not enough of
that kind of love around anymore.
Don’t invite them into your life if they are inconsistently in love. Love is anything but inconsistent. It is not a faucet you can turn on and off, it is a constant. And sure there are bad days and off days, days where everything they do is annoying but you find yourself smiling anyway. You are not Halley’s Comet, you are to be treated like you are precious and rare every day of your life, not every so often, not when they feel like it or when they’ve had a good day, but every single day. And to accept anything less is a terrible injustice to yourself.
Anonymous asked: How do you do your whole "messy but sexy look"? I love your hair and it looks like it's unbrushed and crazy and I was wondering what product you put in it for it to look like that. You always look thrown together but in a stylish way.
It’s called I’m 25 and I’ve given up.
On sunny days
I spin my kaleidoscope —
one wheel changes colors,
the other shapes,
and I watch it all in front of my eyes
catching light and dancing,
it is all beautiful.
And I always regret never
telling you that
you were exactly
like my kaleidoscope,
you were beautiful
through and through,
no matter how the light hit you,
regardless if you were happy or sad,
you were innately beautiful.
It is a regular sunset, yes, it is the same sun being pulled from the sky that so many other people will see before their day ends, but it is a sunset with you. It is a daily occurrence, the sun swapping out with the moon, but today I see it with you. And you always tell me I’m wrong for putting so much meaning into everything, but you fail to notice how beautiful even the smallest moments are. These aren’t just sunsets, these are memories. And late at night when everyone slides easily off to sleep I will steal moments of time to think of how the sun turned your face the shade of grenadine before you kissed me. Because while I know it’s just a sunset, the ending of another day — simply a result of the Earth’s rotation, it is a sunset with you.