The Sound Of Her Wings
the past few days have been lovely
- staying at crowne plaza!
- getting dolled up & feeling pretty for celine’s 18th
- seeing ella for the first time in months!!!!!!!! <3
- hanging out with ian & pao & oh my gosh it’s been ages since i’d seen ian, and absolute absolute yonks since i’d seen paolo. (i’m talking a span of years here.) it was so funny because hardly anything changed and they were so awesome to spend time with, ella & i spent nearly the entire evening laughing our pants off
- there was this one part wherein celine played ‘a thousand years’ on her violin and on the screen beside her was an edited video of her wearing the dress she was wearing and dancing with her dad and although i may have been too young to remember the sting of her father’s death i found myself crying in the darkened ballroom because i was thinking of pat, and tito greg, who’d died four years before she turned eighteen, and i was thinking of my dad and how i’m so lucky to have him until now, and how difficult it would be when i lose him
- mariko, danica, and arvin bailed on the party for reasons unknown to me, which was a shame because i was really looking forward to seeing them
- went out for a swim this morning at the hotel pool with the entire fam <3 although i had to make sure to sneak in because i’d forgotten to bring swimming bottoms and was wearing denim shorts instead
- roaming robinson’s galleria & then driving me & my sister to our respective condos
- <3
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- welp my parents just called and all of a sudden i just miss them and i want to go home i want to go hoooome
Robby,
I’m so so sorry I don’t know what to say and I’m sorry it happened to you and I’m sorry it had to happen today of all days and I’m sorry you always make me feel like I’m prying into your business and I’m sorry you think I’m trapped in a glass bubble where no other trouble can reach me and I’m sorry you didn’t talk to me at all and I’m sorry your tone was dismissive and most of all I’m sorry you lost your father. It’s almost funny, you know. Dads are supposed to be immortal. They’re supposed to be solid rocks in the face of whichever storm comes. It’s been raining hard all day, the wind whipping wickedly against billboards and roofs. I’m sorry that of all days to lose someone you love, it had to be today.
I wish I had better words to say to you, but either way I know you wouldn’t listen. I’ve (almost) come to accept that this is a thing of yours: this dismissive-ness, this cold indifference. I won’t begrudge you that. And maybe sometime soon you’d like to talk or maybe not-talk and just sit there in a stony silence, I’m up for it. We may not be best-friend-ly close, but you are my friend. Wish I could hug you right now. Hope this storm passes soon.
Xx
It was my dad’s birthday today and I love him he’s just… like, the best man ever. I hope I get to marry as well as my mom did. HAHAHAHA OH GOD DID I JUST TYPE THAT. But anyway, yeah.
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Hey, Dad, look at me. Think back and talk to me. Did I grow up according to plan?
Dad spends school year waving at bus, embarrassing son
cindry:
when i was little i used to legitimately cry over a goofy movie because max was so mean to his dad like the part where he throws the possum hat out and its raining wow i cant even talk about this right now
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Me: goodnight dad, love you
Dad: u2
