Sunday, July 17, 2011

i just kinda died for you.

everyone needs a home.

a place to run when the world and the truth hurt too much. a place to find a worn-out pillow to cry into. a place where you can look through your old homecoming and prom dresses just for a smile or two.

a haven. where you can listen to melancholy music about wounds and healing hearts.

a place where one of your sisters--without question--will make you chocolate chip cookies. and let you eat a good majority of the dough. just because they love you.


a place where no words necessarily need to be said. and deep breaths can be taken.

where judgement will not get the best of you.

and love comes without any cost.

it is a place where secrets can be told. and some remain kept.

a place where you'll take late night diet-coke-and-apple-pie-runs to mickey-d's. and you'll stay for days on end. just because you need something and you're not sure what it is.

a place where there is no need to feel lost.

and where your stomach doesn't have to hurt.


a little piece of happiness where you can quote baby mama and laugh until your sides ache.

where you are always welcomed by a big green sofa. and a blow-up mattress in the dance room.

yup, that's home.

and everyone needs a home.

p.s. how in love are you with this tree house? i want to live in it so bad.

p.s.s. does anyone know what song lyrics the title of this post come from? (without cheating of course) it's a good one.

i just kinda died for you. you just kinda stared at me.


  1. is that tree house even real?

  2. I like it. Reminds me of one of my favorite lines from one ultimately genius movie...

    "You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your [stuff], that idea of home is gone... You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.- Garden State


from keen.