February 2012
35 posts
I hate that you were right. That there is so...
don't you hate it
when you make a fool of yourself on a wednesday night? not even a friday or a saturday, but a wednesday? when you accidentally get cross-faded to the point where you just can’t stand up anymore and you have to be lead upstairs to someones room before you find yourself running to the bathroom to vomit? and then, when you wake up in the morning, you remember that you had only wanted to stay...
“a year from now we’ll all be gone,...
It’s almost 1:30 am on the 15th of february....
you held me all night last night. I don’t...
I’ve been saying “lame” a lot recently. it’s become my most insulting response to things that I deem stupid. it’s the best one word answer to anything you don’t want to hear.
Post-Grad
After 4 (not) long (enough) years in college, I will be graduating in May. As it turns out, many people have been very curious about my post-grad plans (who knew). Up until recently I kept having to respond to the dreaded: “So, what are your plans for after graduation?” with: “I really don’t know.” and the even more dreaded: “Have you given any thought to grad...
that's what friends are for
me: yo. be my man on the inside and make sure blondie doesn't hook up with anyone. He's wearing a black shirt and probs talking to the blondie in plaid.
Baldacci Moonboots: I'm searching.
me: that's my boy. Grey pants if that helps
BM: Latino?
BM: wait are they jeans
me: Not latino at all. Very much white and they are jeans.
me: think blonde
THE NEXT DAY
BM: hey lady, can I interest you in some lunch?
me: I just made lunch. but I would love to see you!
me: how did recon go?
BM: blondie was mia, but I did drunkenly follow a Latino man around for a good 5 minutes by accident.
me: too good
you better get that checked out
doctor: what are your symptoms
eminem: I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT IT REALLY IS I CAN ONLY TELL YOU WHAT IT FEELS LIKE AND RIGHT NOW IT'S A STEEL KNIFE IN MY WINDPIPE
doctor: what
January 2012
25 posts
a minute and a half
the amount of time between saying hello to him on friday night and us being upstairs locking the door to his bedroom. A MINUTE AND A HALF. As he leaned in all I said was “oh god, not this again” and the rest is history. He spent the night over here that night. I spent last night over there. Yesterday we made breakfast, laid in the sun, showered and napped together before he finally...
"I look at you and I'm home"
I’ve seen him twice. neither time has been incredibly significant. we’ve barely spoken. but each time there was the slightest moment where I wanted to be with him, walk home with him, stay upstairs in his bedroom, never leave. so many emotions wrapped up in the most fleeting of moments. I don’t miss him. not like I used to. I don’t feel that I would do anything to keep him...
"You should bring girls out here to nature, Mr....
girls fucking love nature.
“Even if we could turn back, we’d probably never end up where we started.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via 24ribs)
The Definition Of Love →
“Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real...
I remember summer afternoons spent together lying...