no a slimful chew is not a cake you cannot fool me
i am incapable of meeting people traditionally
i met my partner on okcupid and i’m trying to make friends on a fucking fetish social networking site
meanwhile i am literally incapable of approaching someone in real life and saying “hey”
these past two days have been very difficult. but i’m going to get through this.
“you need to be a good parent to yourself”
i’m trying. i’m trying.
-right nostril is runny-
this bowl of green beans looks like a bowl of skinny green fingers
so i stopped on the sidewalk at this intersection to see where this speeding suv with two (presumably drunk) young males in it was going to turn and they shouted “cunt” as they drove away
can’t walk one fucking block to get pizza without being made to feel unsafe
do you ever get to where you’re going to only to realize you hate what you put on and you feel horrible and uncomfortable and you don’t feel like yourself and have to change or you’ll have an awkward uncomfortable day
sometimes i miss little bits of freshman year
so many new experiences packed into so many big and little moments
there were a lot of good times, and some pain. confusion. tears. breakdowns, blunts, drinks, nights in north philly basements unable to stand upright without assistance
something to be ashamed of something to be proud of.
passing out with u dudes on b daly’s floor. walking allll the way to penn’s landing just to not go to that red bull thing
drunk drunk drunk i can’t remember dont need or want to remember. kisses on beanbags, long walks across city blocks. mistakes n celebrations.
the taste of first times, first impressions, expectations. the things you are so absolutely sure you can tell until reality sets in and you become this disillusioned mess of a person
but u never give up because immediate gratification is within your reach and you make another mistake just because you can and although people would think you were an idiot you’re proud of yourself, you feel good about it, a little badass maybe.
i miss those nights and mornings because i cant recall the in betweens. did things change or did i
magical is what it was
i want that magic
so when r bitches taking me to i-candy so i can get my queer groove on
no but really
QUE NO PARE LA FIESTA..DON’T STOP THE PART-AY
i am reading the ethical slut in my underpants feeling like a monday evening beer is in order and looking forward to friday’s shenanigans