romaniac
im ebony and i have alot to show...im not sorry.
It’s been so long, it’s hard to breath when the trust is gone
A face of steel just melts away in the weather
You got a lot to weigh so weigh it
If you got a lot to say just say it
Aren’t you tired of wasted fuel
So now I hand the fuse to you
Burn it all lets burn it all
Let fire fall and buy the fall
What’s done is done its in the past
Its ashes
I’m tired of you, you’re tired of me
I hate the things you said to me
Now here’s the chance to take it back
Its ashes, as ashes- Pepper
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I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. They wake up in the morning and that’s the best they’re going to feel all day. – Frank Sinatra
We met over Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I was in Starbucks with my nose buried in the book, and she came over my shoulder and whispered, “Don’t Panic!”
…I did. I had never seen anyone so beautiful. I invited her to sit down, though, and she did, and we talked about the book and some of our shared interests— how we share the Ninth Doctor in common as our favorite; how we both love caramel in our hot drinks, even if it’s a spring day; how we both like winter best and would I like to go see the orchestra with her? It’s where she was headed anyway. I said I’d love to, I go to this Starbucks all the time because it’s right by to the concert hall.
“Who are they playing?”
“Beethoven and Grieg.”
They could have been playing anyone and I would have said yes.
And that was our first date.
Next week, it’ll have been forty-two months ago. Our forty-two month anniversary. Three and a half years.
Next Friday I’m going to ask her to marry me at the Starbucks where we met, right before the orchestra concert we have tickets for.
It’ll be our forty-two month anniversary, and I’m going to ask her to marry me because she’s my answer to life, the universe, and everything.
And I won’t panic.
