"its ok, i dont want to FORCE you to buy responsibly raised eggs. We can just eat dinner separately"
i may be a bitch.
dont kare what people say, miley is my queen.
Have you ever looked at a half smoked blunt and started crying? the other half was spent on the drive to runny eggs and hash browns. I rolled the windows down and kept laughing, shouting, i dont know why i love this life so much, or maybe i just love being with you. It was spent on the bluest waves, but I couldn’t stop kissing him long enough to see. It was spent not taking a single picture. We’ll remember this, we said.
Have you ever looked at a half smoked blunt and started crying? This half, shoved quickly in a desk drawer, surely saved for another day of warm, deep love, but I guess we never see these things coming.
can i update Pablo? and V? and whoever is still reading?
I broke up with trevor, y’all. Distance takes its toll on us all, but I think thats just the answer i give to people cuz its easy. because everyone undertands that.
"long distance is hard"
"ahhh, yeah… it is"
I’m talking to someone named David. He plays baseball, and reminds me of Brian. Do you guys all remember Brian? from when I still had my other blog? the one who killed me when he ended things, but I still never figured out why. I’m nervous David will be Brian pt.2. He consumes a lot of my thought these days. To distract myself from the void of Trevor? To bring chaos into my life? I’m not sure.
Post grad life has been good to me though. I love my job a lot, my boss is my best friend and we text every single second of our lives. Something missing in my life. I’ve stopped writing and painting and I don’t know how to begin again.
This post has been boring, i’m sorry.
im in charlotte. its been raining, and i cant stop sugar cravings.