Jordan,
Trade in that helmet and playing field for a wig and a stage; you can still pretend to be someone you aren't, it will be fun, and you'll keep all your brain cells.
That girl you just started dating is going to be your first love, and she's going to take your heart out of your chest and throw it into a ********* wood-chipper. Well, that's what it will feel like. Let her. It will get better.
Save that money and buy that guitar you've always wanted to learn how to play. Just don't be that ******* who learns to play Wonderwall for his first song.
You're going to be an ******* when you're 20. It's a phase. Make sure you apologize to everyone afterwards, because they're going to be some of your most valued friends down the line.
Talk to that Zach kid. He's going to become one of your best friends.
I've already said too much; I don't want to spoil this for you. Figure the rest out for yourself. See you when you get here, kid.
Best wishes,
Jordan
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
I still remember
when you crawled inside
my chest and carved
your name inside my heart;
because every time
it beats, and I can
hear it in my ears,
it sounds like you.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
I can't believe I wasted a perfect song on you.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
You are the moon,
and I am Terra,
watching you pirouette
around me.
Your presence, even from
such a distance, causes
rising tides, their waves
shaping my surface.
Thank you, stranger,
for all you do for me.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
I miss the days
where my biggest concern was how to
carry a sixty-four ounce grape slushie
from the gas station
while riding my Huffy.
Still, not much has changed.
I'm still awful at planning ahead,
and I still act on impulse,
and I still can't ride a bike
with no hands. It feels like the scrapes
on my elbow are open.
Summer was never really my season.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
"I was perfectly fine with wasting my time on you."
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Sometimes, love isn't a good thing; it's actually the worst thing.
Sometimes you find yourself in a cavernous hole, inescapable by yourself, and those close to you throw down ropes of braided love. What they don't realize is that their love looks like a noose, and dragging your dead weight to the top won't help; it will just **** you quicker.
Tina, you are the one who stands at the top, tosses down a ladder, and tells me to pick myself up off the floor and climb my way out. You know I have to do it myself, so you wait patiently and keep me company. When I finally do find the strength to climb, I know you'll be there.
I didn't know how to tell you I loved you until now.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
One of these days, I will find another adventurous gypsy spirit to feel all of the pain, joy, sadness, struggle, and triumph along with me as we wander; vagabonds and vagrants living like nomads. We will never live a materialistically glamorous lifestyle. But in the end, our experinces and memories will be the only religion we need. It will vitalize us spiritually and emotionally in a way that no other individual can comprehend. It will be euphoric, and it will be ours, and ours alone.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Spilled drinks turn the floor into fly paper; you're trapped.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC