#old sunset

[lazysunjade]

O L D | S U N S E T

summer mornings in the valley.

[rbuilds]

Old Sunset town by @boringbones x x x x x x x x

[ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ/ꜱ]

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[ecoharbor]

📍Tellaro, Liguria, Italy 🇮🇹

[monstermonger]

Dance 🐉

[wanderlandjournal]

far over the misty mountains cold

[cracklewink]

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

[thevelvetgoldmine]

I'm the greatest star of them all.

SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950) dir. Billy Wilder

[inthedarktrees]

Gloria Swanson in Sunset Blvd. (1950) dir. Billy Wilder

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[allthingseurope]

Ironbridge, UK (by Beth Chobanova)

[lone-nyctophile]

[ecoharbor]

📍Limone sul Garda, Lake Garda, Italy 🇮🇹

[bwallure]

SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950) dir. Billy Wilder

[intotheswollenriver]

I really think they look great together in this outfit in the film😇

[2014-is-back]

thanks for 1k followers!