Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
- January 31 2012 | 6 Notes - Read More →
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Everyday I felt less.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Johnathan Safran Foer
It was so nice sitting there with my coffee drink on a soft couch. I was just relaxing and it was wonderful being that invested in text.
Not to mention, people watching for hours is loads of fun.
So I asked my father, your great-grandfather, whom I considered the best, most kindhearted man I knew, to write a letter to me. I told him it didn’t matter what he wrote about. Just write, I said. Write anything.
Darling,
You asked me to write you a letter, so I am writing you a letter. I do not know why I am writing you this letter, or what this letter is supposed to be about, but I am writing nonetheless, because I love you very much and trust that you have some good purpose for having me write this letter. I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.
Your father
The letter is the only thing of my father’s that I have left. Not even a picture.
My name is Adrian and I
-Love Chemistry
-Am 21 years young
-Am inspired
-Exercise Science major in Undergrad
-DPT, Physical Therapy student
-<3 skateboards
-Like memes
-Enjoy Ecology
-Laugh at all of my own jokes
-Make music and go by the name of Elric
-Am a Pokemon master
-Wouldn't change anything