8 Ways To Say I Love You

1. Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.

2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.

3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known.

4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.

5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.

6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.

7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.

8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.”

R. MCKINLEY, DEC. 1, 2012 (via 29301)

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I struggle to remember
all the memories I hold dear
as I walk in the darkened halls,
finding and grasping my way.
The walls reflect life that’s done —
Bittersweet sensations overwhelm me
like a tsunami tide in my mind.
And just as swift, they disappear.
I stand stark naked in the dark,
enveloped in the bosom of nothingness —
             Gone, gone, gone…
             Everything gone.
A cloying smell wakes me from oblivion,
enticing me to get up and go
towards the bright light,
blinding my dark, empty eyes.
With the will of the heavens, I start —
Chained with weights of discarded souls,
I drag my feet and find
that I can no further move.
Maggots, worms, and flies
overwhelm me and I become —
             Gone, gone, gone…
             Everything gone.
I am cleansed out of darkness
by the thrashing, raging waters
of the treacherous river Lethe.
Consumed by the tumultuous vapors,
I raise my hands and surrender —
My lungs burn, my head pounds,
my eyes agape at the swirling blues
and playful whites of the water
that take me out of consciousness.
It engulfed me and left me —
             Gone, gone, gone…
             Everything gone.
Rising from the depths of the shadows,
it leaves me bare and exposed.
I hold my arms high and in submission.
With a strong icy blast of the North Wind,
I gently acquiesce and bow down low —
The cold is unending and relentless,
giving no rest to my earthly body.
This is the end and I relinquish
all that I was, all that I am, 
all that I will ever be —
             Gone, gone, gone…
             Everything gone.
(c) Carla Pekas 2014
[Originally titled “Four Fears”]



The media is one powerful force.

If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing."—Malcolm X

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In the Land of the Free, Ferguson is living in a warzone.
It is not only about racism. It is about humanity.

The police have killed an unarmed teenager, fired teargas and rubber bullets at innocent citizens, threatened the media, and blocked access to the area.
This is unbelievable.

Wake up, America! Wake up, World! Do something about this.


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Let Her Go - Single

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow, and they go so fast