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Since the beginning of our relationship, bombs started to drop … I was 22 at the time, and he became my first “formal” boyfriend. Three separations after that and three years later I’m about to sign the divorce papers.
but it is so messy that there is no point in going back, and it’s been so hard to accept the fact that sometimes it’s just not meant to be for now…maybe ever.
What I want to say is, I know this is something that I NEED TO GO THROUGH and even though it is painful, I’m embracing it because it means I was loved, and I loved back…
It gives a sense of a peaceful state of mind and was written to describe the artist's passion for xenophobic landscapes (as one of the members liked to visit the area around Vandenburg Air Force Base, California).
America Sang, "The ocean is a desert with its life underground and a perfect disguise above", to explain that the ocean was much like a desert in the sense that both are barren, exposed to the sun, and uninhibited by (drinkable) water.
But what I love the most is his kindness, and even though I will never understand how a person is full of kindness, the type of person who you know is a goodhearted person but evidently with lots of issues (like we all have) could say I love you, and the day after say “I can’t f*** stand you” ” you are the worst wife ever”….
It took, months and months of therapy to understand that even though I did forgive him every time, something in my heart died with every disrespectful word or act, and time would pass with the same ritual (for both of us, because I got cut up in the mind games too) I would wrap my head around the fact that it was my fault too, so I kind of deserved it? I would cry while he was asleep, or watching TV and not paying attention (as he never did) I would get upset, sad, tense whenever I heard the alarm of his car, meaning that he just arrived home and was opening the door as he was setting the car alarm, which he did as form as not giving me time to stop doing what I was doing and maybe, just maybe he could catch me doing something (like cheating).
Its about Stanley Owsley III, a chemist who was well-known in the San Francisco drug culture.
He made millions of tablets of strong LSD in his day, and then dissapeared.
I would think only of the wonderful things about him and what I would miss if I decided to leave him. But instead I’d respond, “Ohh we are very good thank you for asking” (liar liar liar). Sometimes I would fake being asleep, and sometimes I would just wait until he was snoring to go to bed just to have a full 2hrs more for myself or to simply avoid sex, (which being in the state of mind that I was, and feeling so unhappy and sad…you girls know that it was natural for me to take away any form of sexual interaction, which made things even worse).
It wasn’t until close friends…and parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents would start asking me “Are you ok? So after all that analysis and finally understanding that this was not fair for neither of us, that this was not the life we promised, that we dreamed of… I lost view of what was keeping us together and now that I’m not with him I don’t feel any better, I miss him, I wish it could work…
I know you're used to 16 or more, sorry we only have 8" That last line is a reference to the size of the film, 16mm or larger would be a pro film...8mm is amateur.