September 2012
August 2012
Nine hours of school, five hours of work, four dozen cupcakes baked, one load of laundry done, four gallons of gas in car, two quarts of oil also in car and a skin physiology project down. And yet no arms to fall asleep in. Fuck this shit.
Who who have thought that you would become such a huge part of my life. Almost a year ago to the day, I had no clue who you were, had never laid eyes on you and had no insight into who you were. Now, a year later, not a second goes by that I don’t think about you and how much I absolutely, completely and whole heartedly love and adore you. Now the time has come for you to leave. And I...
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone...
“I guess my life hasn’t always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I want. At a...”
– Jonathan Franzen, Freedom (via 4mbivalent)
