I want to hug you again, hug you into a puddle, hug you into a tear, hug you into a gravity missile, hug you into a biscuit, hug you into a pile of cake crumbs on the kitchen floor.
Earlier this year, after finally listening to the advice of my wiser friends, I spent some time experimenting with the Pomodoro technique.
Wow, Tumblr is weird.
Technology follows you wherever you go. GREEN DOT takes this to a whole new level.
One year and 23 days ago, I sat on a hill in Austin, TX and wrote a two sentence poem down in a journal.
Because that’s what happens when you allow others to dictate your worth — it will kill you.
It seemed like a basic premise.
Is a Walgreens across the street from every Rite Aid, a Dunkin’ Donuts facing every Starbucks in any way necessary? Not in the least, but that is what the logic of choice demands.
I reached out for help, and he ignored it. Funny, I think. He told me he was an asshole. Should have believed it.
He called me crazy, threatened to “show me what he could do” if he ever saw me in person, and laughed off any semblance of my being offended.