I went over to Stef’s house today to bake a cake. It’s his mum’s birthday tomorrow, so of course there must be cake. It’s hard to describe why today was special. It was just a cake. With Stef, things are different. He’s my best friend. We can annoyingly finish each other’s sentences and talk about everything and nothing all at once. We can make plans to...
I'm pretty sure I have the greatest best friend in...
Yup, that’s all.
Apologies in advance for a random bitchy post. Let me be candid here: I weigh under a hundred pounds. Actually, much less than that. Over the course of the last 3 months, I’ve lost between 10-15 pounds due various courses of medications. Frankly, I’m terribly insecure about how much I weigh right now. So, why the fuck does my mother have the right to criticize what I’m...
Its the feeling of emptiness. There’s a gaping hole, deep in the pit of my stomach. Reaching down, I expect blood. Something should be coming out, something should have left my body to make me feel so hollow inside. Nothing’s there.
I can’t sleep. In between shuffling my pillow around and tossing and turning and unsuccessfully trying to focus on reading or anything to take my mind off of thinking, I have realized something. The worst feeling. Realizing that miles away, the person you love is hurting worse than you’ve ever seen and you can’t do a damn thing to help. Tonight will be long.
Home, let me come home.
So, it’s summer. I am home for about another month before moving back to Bloomington. By now, I’ve seen most everyone I like in South Bend. Favorite coffee shops have been visited. Bookstores have been mostly perused (though, there’s a few used ones to poke about in, still. I’m saving those.) I’ve said hello to friends and found that I no longer relate to my...
And make no mistake about it: we can be called sluts for nearly any reason at...– Jaclyn Friedman at Boston’s Slut Walk (via youidiotkid)
When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away....– Neil Gaiman (via lovebot) (via quote-book) (via wwft) (via kelachrome)