I’m stable. I’m staying grounded. BUT do you think if I bought a dress specifically for NYE, I’ll have more luck finding the love of my life?
Sometimes it’s really hard to tell the difference.
I’m too deep to handle small talk. Ugh! Let’s talk about something REAL. What even IS weather?
Counting out daily contact lenses for a trip. Making note of how many things you can do before your food delivery arrives.
EVERYONE wanted to live in Mia Thermopolis’s crazy San Francisco loft. Or own Juno’s hamburger phone.
Less sadness. But simultaneously, a little bit more sadness. And turtlenecks.
I’ve been told that I am an Extreme Person.
Whittle a chair out of the closest tree to really CRUSH your itchy throat symptoms.
The Void is here for you, my sweet girl, and it is better than any man. Because it’s a manifestation of nothingness.
I think I’m supposed to feel fulfilled by bright pink sunsets and monumental confessions of love and grandiose gestures and stories with happy endings and books where all the characters live and when the guy I like tells me I’m pretty. But instead I feel the most myself when nothing is really happening at all.