March 2012
2 posts
February 2012
136 posts
i’m terrified and counting.
counting the days makes me want to die inside.
just like last fall when you left.
the distance will tear me apart again.
omg so cute. My freshman friend, Brett, just texted me this: “I want to ask a girl to the movies would you be my ride please?”
i just needed to blog this moment because it’s fucking adorable.
we know so much and think so little
our impulses destroy us
they shape and mold our hearts
we would die right now if our fears would let us
i’ve never wanted you more than i do right now.
to comfort me so i can sleep.
to tell me i’m not completely fucked.
put me to bed,
i’m tired.
put me to bed,
i’m drying out.
i think my dog is going to die...
personal weekend goals:
catch up on homework.
apply for a swim scholarship.
print zine.
make a piece of art.
let’s see if this actually happens.
so tell me about your night
spent at home alone through an endless winter’s whimper.
half-confident smile peeking over my drink.
i feel foolish.
i wish i had half the confidence you do.
sip. listen. repeat.
i feel childish.
talk about our failures.
how small we truly are.
how comfortable we can be.
expectations: I'm just going to take a quick power nap and I'll wake up refreshed and energized
reality: passed out cold for five hours solid, wake up not knowing what day it is or what the last meal you ate was
it's a hate everything and be sad kind of night.
american football has never been more appropriate.
