Think it’s time for a story Sunflowers! Last summer I fell in love and I had this  emerging relationship anyway we were basically the same person with all the lovely cosmic details than go along with that. I had went on a trip to Mexico to visit my grandparents and while I was baking away my  days on the beach with my floppy wool hat and sunnies and teeny weeny bikinis  , he forgot all about our connection and he got caught up with the intricacies of life  and submerged  himself in god knows what. I spent my time listening to half of Joni Mitchell’s Blue album(the side that celebrates love)  blissfully unaware of this sea change feeling pretty peachy until I had ventured back to California, home. and was left to wonder why I had never received a call back. to shorten the story he never resolved the situation or directly dropped me. so then I never knew where we stood and  spent the rest of summer grieving the lost of the almost and listening to the more sorrowful  side of Joni’s words and crying into my pillow lamenting possible mistakes in my actions. Now he pretends were totally cool. its awful. 

Joni’s album will never be the same blissful entity and that’s fucking terrible. 

passionate puppy love sucks don’t let it ruin music. 

Sorry there is  no resolution for this story I’m still looking for one myself.

xoxo 

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