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[jm-fan-street-team]

Today is MPS Awareness Day, and it's the last day to enter our raffle. It will probably be our last raffle ever, but it's been among our most successful fundraisers for The Isaac Foundation.

Thanks to everyone for the amazing support. We can't wait to give this awesome JM merch a new home!!

[yourfleshispoetry]

Nervous energy, right?

It can't be the loss of your voice that soothed me or your touch that eased my energies...it can't be that you're no longer here?

It just can't be....

That my other half is gone?

That I drink more than I should?

That every day I knock my teeth down my throat to feel alive?

That my heart doesn't beat?

My soul is lost forever?

I know you were toxic.

I know you were an addict, philandering, manipulating, dishonorable.

I knew you struggled to love me against the needle.

I tried to love you knowing I couldn't save you.

But what I didn't know is happening now..... now that you're gone.

Now that I drown in perpetual sameness of days....

No real friends, none like you.

No real love, none like you.

Just a struggle of a human shell trying to find a way back.... by canning beets, paying for memory storage, and attending john mayer concerts because I believe that all these things will entice you to visit me from the Netherworld .... that is where you are now, right? Life 360 can't find you. I assume since my love couldn't revive you, it can't reach you either.... in any universe. So I sit here, alone, trying to decide where to go from here. Oct 2nd will be 365 days, and I still look for you every day. You weren't just my lover. You were my best friend. I made lifetime decisions with you, and those lives no longer exist. It's a fresh wound daily. A song, a moment, a memory, a physical element....

Something, it's always something.

Nervous energy.... right?

Because it can't be you, it wouldn't be right if it were you.

Written by: yours truly

[ismegunster]

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[geegunster]

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[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

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[johnmayersis]

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[gimmesomeofthat]

John Mayer’s “Shot in the Dark” Music Video (4/4)

[mayeronly]

So ready for this new era of John Mayer!

[ivegotacitylove]

Hi! It's been YEARS since I posted here. I wonder if you still remember me and this blog, especially JM fam.. The last time I was actively posting JM posts were in 2011. IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS. Holy shit.

Now I'm 26, and a married woman.. I wonder how are you guys doing right now, after all these years? Please let me know if you're still here!

Oh btw, just like 10 years ago, every time JM released an album, I'll always put it on repeat.

[thesoundunique]

🎼 John Mayer - Carry Me Away (D-SAM Unofficial Remix) 🎶

[jm-fan-street-team]

Here's the accounting we promised you. In 2022, our "store" profits totaled $141.95 USD. All of that was donated to The Isaac Foundation's MPS II Research Fund, in memory of our sweet Jack Fowler who lost his battle with Hunter Syndrome one year ago.

Our final donation of 2022 profits was made just today, bringing our grand total raised for TIF up to $10,840.29 USD.

Donations to our upcoming spring raffle have been trickling in, and we thank all the JM fans who reached out and offered tour merch for us to use in the fundraiser. We're hoping that this fundraiser will bring our grand total up to well over $11K.

If all goes as planned, we'll be starting the raffle on Earth Day, which will also be JMFST's 11th birthday. So stay tuned!

Love,

John Mayer Fan Street Team

P.S. See our disclaimer on the page description!!!

[yourfleshispoetry]

Tonight felt like the right night.

I do not know where to begin, hell, I don't even know how I got here...

But for what it's worth, tonight, I don't want to laugh. I don't want to shake it off. I don't want to pretend that ecstasy doesn't cast a shadow or leave me in the afternoon tossing pebbles in the wake of my day.

Damn you, love, damn you.

I don't know how to survive the surviving anymore. I mean, you stood in the doorway, so many times with questions that brought me answers unknowingly.

My part in our scene always felt urgent, but you were the great fade. You kept me wanting. And it pains me to think I kept you needing. Needing more. So much more than me.

The hour you left, I reached out for you. You didn't come back. Somehow, I was resistant to the notion you wouldn't be back.

You left me alone, and I couldn't comprehend all the reasons why the needle, the bottle, and the extension of people always satiated your constant desire for more than me.

I began to doubt myself. To hate myself. To believe I wasn't enough, because enough would have been able to save you.

You were my marquee.

I was always illuminated by you.

However, I felt unwanted. The most horrific feeling in the world. I struggled and I tried to obtain your love, all of it, but the alcohol, drugs, women, and the unmentionable expansion pack of your diary left me weakened, like kryptonite.

That simile for you, I know you're smiling.

If given the chance, I'd wear the silk dress. I'd toast the champagne. I'd beg you not to fight.

I always felt you wanted to be somewhere else, but with me.

Between the vices you held and the secrecy you took to your grave, I can not be sure of anything about you...

Except I loved you beyond the scope of reason and I couldn't be honest about it until now, because I feared it would weaken my resolve. I wanted you clean. I wanted you happy. I wanted you forever.

Now you're dead to me. Dead to everyone.

I can't taste you. I can no longer lie in my spot. I can't speak in some foreign language of love. I can't celebrate the meaning of July 4th without you.

Nothing is the same and I'm tired. No one is listening. Not the monks in their temples, the Christians in their church, or the pagans at their fire.... I'm alone. You are not here, and I am alone.

I don't love or hate you for it, I'm just lost. The absolute devastation of everyday without you is too hard.

Your poker face. I read it. I didn't care. I was going to be your last chance.

My fault for falling for you, I guess...

The joke was on me, because the devil doesn't bargain.

Written by: yours truly

[stopthistrainjcm]

Waiting for something to be over, is just wishing for less time. Never wish for less time.

John Mayer

[find-a-way-2-my-heart]

Farmers' Market Challenge

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my overactive imagination

A/N: This was written in 2011 for a challenge in a LJ group of JM Fanfic I was part of.

Pairing: John Mayer x OC/Carl Mayer x OC

Word count: 2084

Warnings: N/A

"Maybe I should call her?" Carl whined from the living room and John held in the thousand curses that crossed his mind at that very moment. His girlfriend of almost eighteen months had broken up with him the week before, and he had been moping around at John's house ever since. Eating all his food, drinking all of his beer and soon making an everlasting dent in his couch, since he hardly moved from there. John walked up to the living room and wasn't surprised to see Carl sitting on the same spot, beer bottle in hand, and the same sweatpants he had worn for the past couple of days. His hair a mess and his eyes red both from the lack of sleep as well as the abuse of alcohol. At the rate he was going, he probably wouldn't have a fully functioning liver by the end of the month. Deciding that it was time to do something instead of just watching him wither away, even though it had been fun for the first couple of days, John reached out and grabbed the beer from Carl's hands. "Enough of this. Get up and go take a shower, we're going out!" John bellowed and almost laughed when Carl literally jumped on his seat. "What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere, I just need peace to go through this," Carl said, using that whining tone that no one would ever believe it was coming from a thirty-four year old. "Carl William Mayer, I'm telling you, raise that lousy ass from this couch right now and get on the shower, or I'll be flying Mom in and you know that she won't have half the patience I'm having with you right now. Now GO!" John commanded again and the mention of Margaret seemed to take the desired effect, as he stood up and dragged himself to the bathroom, cursing all the way until he closed the door and John couldn't listen to him anymore. *** "Come on Amy! I can't believe that you'll spend the little time we'll have together crying over a failed relationship, it wasn't you that ended things in the first place?" Annie said, sliding into her sister bed and hugging her tightly. She was in town to spend her vacation with her sister and wouldn't certainly allow a break-up to spoil it. She had met Carl a couple of times and had thought him to be a thorough nice guy. She didn't know why Amy had broken up with him in the first place, as her sister didn't get into any specifics, but she was sure that she hadn't meant it, or else she wouldn't be that miserable. "I did, but I miss him..." she confessed, and Annie realized that there'd be another bout of crying if she didn't act quickly. "Okay, Amy, that's it... Let's get out from this bed and do something fun, at least to take your mind off of it for a while, what do you say?" Annie said animatedly, pulling her sister by the hand to get her out of bed, glad to see her giggling in response. "All right, just let me take a shower and we'll go," Amy promised and headed to the bathroom, as Annie headed out to the guest bedroom and did the same. *** "Farmers' Market? Honestly?" Carl grunted as John parked the car. "What's the matter? There's sun, there's people and there's food. Real food, not that junk you've been munching on for the past week," John said, smiling brightly as they left the car and headed towards the stands, being assaulted by all of the noises and smells. "Yeah, whatever..." Carl shrugged and followed John, looking every inch as a kid that had just been chastised. They wandered around and John was happy to see Carl loosening up a little, and even making friends with a lady that was selling cakes, exchanging a few tips and recipes. He even caught Carl smiling a little and was happy with his accomplishment. "Think I might bake something today," Carl said, after he had parted his conversation with the old lady. "That's nice, what are you thinking on baking?" John asked as they approached the fruit stands. "I don't know, maybe an apple pie, but the recipe for the banana cake that lady gave to me seems delicious, what do you think?" He asked John, who was playing with an apple from one of the stands. Carl's question startled him and he ended up letting the apple fall on the floor, what earned him a stern look from the guy responsible for the stand. "Sorry!" He apologized hastily and bended to pick the apple up from the floor. It had a moss on the side it had fallen. "You dropped it, you pay for it," the guy said and John sighed, getting a bill from his pocket and handing it to the guy, throwing the apple away in the nearest trashcan. Raising his head, he didn't see Carl. "Carl?" He called and soon saw his brother crouched a few feet ahead, talking to a little girl. He walked up to them and saw her hand him a banana. "It's the most delicious banana in the world, it has magic powers," the little girl was saying and John couldn't help but to chuckle. "Really?" Carl asked, accepting the fruit from the little girl's hands. "Yes, my mom says it makes you grow. Although I think you are tall enough already," the little girl said and Carl laughed. John felt good upon listening to it. Getting out of the house was definitely helping. After talking some more with the girl and walking around buying a variety of fruits and vegetables, some John hadn't even heard about before, they walked up to a charming coffee shop to sit down for a bit. They ordered coffee and muffins, and were waiting for their orders to arrive when John felt Carl stiffening in his seat. "What is it, Carl?" John asked, touching his arm. He didn't seem to have acknowledged the touch, though, as his eyes seemed fixed somewhere else. John cursed under his breath when he realized to where, or better saying, to whom he was staring. Amelia Louis, the girl responsible for Carl's broken heart, was standing just a few feet away, eating on a scone and talking animatedly to another girl. John let go of Carl's arm when his eyes laid on Amy's companionship. She had long curly dirty blonde hair, that hung loose down her back, tamed only by a black bandana that was tied to like a tiara, to keep her hair from falling over her face. She had a bright smile, and curves that made John's pants tighten. While he was busy checking out Amy's friend, he let go of Carl's arm, and didn't realize that he had stood up and headed to where Amy was until he entered his field of vision. "Oh shit!" He muttered and stood up quickly, way too quickly, as he failed to notice the waitress coming in his direction with their order, and stumbled into her straight on, splashing coffee all over her uniform and a little over his shirt. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," he apologized and helped her gather everything from the floor and paying the bill, leaving a generous tip, before finally heading to where Carl was standing. "Hi Amy," he said quietly, as he reached the trio. It was clear that it was an uncomfortable situation, with Amy and Carl just staring at each other in an uncomfortable silence. "Hi, I'm John," he said, offering his hand to Amy's friend, who seemed to be as uncomfortable as he was. "Hi, I'm Anastasia Louis, but everyone calls me Annie. Nice shirt, by the way," she chuckled while shaking his hand, and just now John looked down to his yellow shirt and realized the damage that the coffee had done. A stain right in the middle of his chest. “Oh fuck!” he cursed. “It gives it a whole other charm, like tie dye,” Annie chuckled as she observed John as he assessed the damage in his shirt. “Well, since I don’t have another shirt to wear, I’ll stick to the tie dye thing, it makes me feel less the three year old that can’t hold a cup,” John smiled and Annie smiled back, making him stare at her. But soon his attention was diverted again to his brother, who had started speaking. “I just wanted to know why…” Carl said and John went to stand beside him, like he was offering moral support. “I…” Amy said, but was interrupted by Annie. “Not even he knows why, Amy? What happened? What are you hiding?” Annie asked softly, even though John was able to sense a hint of urgency in her voice. “I found the ring, Carl,” Amy whispered. John and Annie looked at each other confused, but Carl seemed to know exactly of what she was talking about. “How did you do it? I had it hidden in a pretty safe place, because I intended it to be a surprise.” “I broke my glasses while I was writing, it was a Sunday evening, so I went to look for some duct tape to repair it temporarily until I was able to go to the store, you know that I can’t write without my glasses or I get those nasty headaches,” Amy explained and Carl just nodded knowingly. “So I panicked, all right? I’m not that sure if I am ready for a step that big.” “Then you decided that it would be easier to break-up with me and go on with your life. You didn’t love me enough to not even consider talking to me about it?” “Carl, please… This was the hardest decision of my life, I love you, I am miserable without you, but I panicked!” Amy declared and as if it was rehearsed, both of them started to walk towards each other, closing the distance. “Amy, I love you, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and yes, I do want to marry you, but if you don’t feel comfortable to do it soon, I can wait, I can be patient, just don’t make me live without you,” Carl said and his hand reached out to touch Amy’s cheek who, in turn, closed her eyes and molded her face to his hand. John and Annie looked at each other and smiled. “I don’t want to live without you either. This week has been hell to me, a little sample of how hard my life would be without you by my side,” Amy said, opening her eyes and holding Carl’s hand between her own. “You don’t need to feel like that anymore, baby,” and then Carl leaned in and kissed her. John and Annie kept on smiling and high-fived. As the kiss went on, Annie and John looked at each other and started walking away from the couple, allowing them the alone time they most certainly needed. “So, can I buy you a cup of coffee?” John asked as they walked aimlessly. “Are you sure? Or are you planning on adding one more stain to your shirt?” Annie laughed and John felt goose bumps. “You are a smartass, I like it. And no, no plans to add any more stains,” he smiled and noticed that she was blushing a little. “Okay, I guess I can probably fit it in on my busy schedule,” Annie laughed and linked her arm on John’s. And he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt more comfortable. As they parted the kiss, Carl and Amy looked at each other and smiled. As they looked around, both of them were confused not seeing their siblings around. Quickly scanning their surroundings, Carl located John and Annie, arms linked and laughing. He pointed them to Amy, who smiled. “Do you think we should join them?” Amy asked, as they watched the couple sit at the same coffee shop John and Carl had been just a few moments before, seemingly deeply engrossed in conversation. “Nah… I don’t think they want company right now. Besides, I bet we have more interesting things to do,” Carl declared and Amy laughed as he passed an arm over her shoulder and she snuggled on to him and they started walking on the opposite direction of the coffee shop.

[sailoar]

We're going down, and you know that we're doomed. My dear we're slow dancing in a burning room.

“Slow Dancing in a Burning Room”, John Mayer

[bookofthought]

old lonely soul

old lonely soul

I can tell you’re hiding your pain 

behind a mask of yesterday’s wisdom

it’s okay to be vulnerable more

often than not

with your guard down, you let

in kind strangers

(which may include)

new greetings, faithful relationships,

unfamiliar heartbreak,

bittersweet, melancholy, love

you numbed these feelings

years ago

said they couldn’t affect you

again like that

but

you can’t be afraid to let the

hurt in

the hurt defines your now

wavering strength

the hurt can become your friend

if you treat it

with respect

it can even make you feel all over again