Sitting on a leather chair in the living room in front of a TV on which Family Guy is playing on Netflix, and I’m not going to scream, I’m just going to sit here and feel suffocated by myself, trapped inside my skin, one hundred percent less kind-of-drunk than I meant to be when I ordered that margarita at dinner because I was too shy to hug the boys I meant to hug the other night...
friday http://wp.me/spbIm-friday Walked to my car in the rain yesterday, but it was fine, because work was done for the week and I was going home. I started the engine and sat there for a minute, wet and warm and perfectly content even though my shoes were soaked through and my hair was… View Post
i just ordered two bras online and they’re really small so they might fit, congratulations to me.
Probably my favorite of all li hing margaritas, still, and like, isn’t weird how people eat together but are still so separate and alone???
biologytextbook: a support group for people who began using popular slang ironically but now cannot stop
euphoria http://wp.me/spbIm-euphoria That’s happy. That’s me at the carnival, fifty feet in the air and dropping, flipping, spinning. I remember it, feeling it in my stomach, knowing that at the end of the night I’d be home in bed, wet hair, t-shirt, and it would be over. Sometimes it comes… View Post
In eighth grade I was voted “Most Artistic”, and in high school, “Future Shakespeare.” And except for a few years of proud sad-blogging on Xanga, I never fully embraced these titles, like, with both hands, because I worried what the people who disagreed… View Post