our good moments
are worth all the
shitty ones.
-Jas©
our good moments
are worth all the
shitty ones.
-Jas©
She reread their
old texts remembering
the good times;Â the
bittersweet memories
-Jas©
you’re the good times
and the bad ideas
the unforgettable
memories and the
regrettable missed
moments
-Jas©
I dissected
our love until
there were only
memories left.
-Jas©
the memories
flourish like
spring flowers;
beautifully.
-Jas©
you could miss
the old days and
the way things used
to be but don’t get
trapped walking on
the road of memories.
-Jas©
moonlight through dark clouds;
slivers of hope breaking free,
touching memories.
-Jas©
old friend,
our times together;
memories of the past,
reveal that we
were never true;
both using each other
for personal reasons.
-Jas©
why not whiskey,
a bottle of jack
for two sounds nice,
Or so you would think.
Shots after shots,
washed down with
cigarettes and gatorade
(whose idea was this?)
half a bottle down and
we still haven’t moved-
Mustn’t be that strong
more shots! And more
cigarettes!
smoked filled room
and an empty bottle
of Jack,consumed by
two tiny girls;
one who was fine
and one who wasn’t.
-Jas©
well shit that was a lot lol
Memory #3:
DONT DRINK WITH A DRINKER!!! or youll have to play it cool as the 13th shot goes down your throat.. play it cool when said drinker said lets get another bottle (what?!!) and attempt to play it cool as you walk to go get that bottle.
NO we never got that bottle.. I walked( liess but in my head I was on a fucking catwalk) right around the block..knewww there was no possibly way unless crawling was involved I was going to a fucking store and drinking more. So thankful she lived down the block from me (which was the longgessttt time ive ever taken to get home and ive done this drunk walk plently of times)
instead of walking in through the front door, I walked in through the basement left to crawl up two flights of stairs well attempting not too throw up my liver. Give this girl some props I actually fucking did it.. okay fine as soon as I entered my room everything left me.. literally. fun times woke up with no shirt on, one leg in my pants and the worst fucking hangover ever….seriously sick for houuursss and of course since it was my vacation time and I was visiting I was dragged out the house to go shopping. it hurt so good lol
that summer night
in traverse city,
we stretched across the
picnic table, cool breeze
kissing our skin as
we wished on every
shooting star we saw.
-Jas©
memory #2
we went on a family trip a few years back.. my actually first family trip with the boyfriend and his relatives. Travelled up to traverse city for a week, my little quiet self wth his 14 famly members. So glad they are great people, anyways one nght there, there was a meteor shower happening. so we all went down to the lake and laid there looking at the night sky stars shinning bright, the milky way clear as could be. Yep that’s the moment this city girl knew she could never go back to home. Theres no awesome skyyy and barely any stars back home. Now if only I could talk the bf into moving into the forest with me lol