before the yearly anti-fourth of july posts start coming out because nobody on tumblr can have any fun apparently let me say I’m aware of all the problems with america and every other day I will be crying about the state of my country but tomorrow I’m gonna eat 50 hotdogs and dress up like a bald eagle because I would like to have one day to celebrate the things about america that I do still enjoy please leave me and my cognitive dissonance alone tomorrow
"I’ll tell my daughter about you someday. Someday when she’s laying in my lap with a broken heart crying so hard she can’t breath, I’ll tell her about how when you left I didn’t think I’d ever be whole again or how for months after I laid in your spot on my bed screaming into the pillow or about the time my mother sat on the end of my bed crying because I hadn’t eaten in days and she was worried. I’ll tell her all these things but then I’ll tell her about the day I woke up thinking about something other than you, and about the morning I made waffles and didn’t think about how they were your favorite food, I’ll tell her about the light at the end of the darkness."
