And I honestly never thought I’d live to see 25. Its a miracle I’m still here.
Feeling a bit down lately. I’d really appreciate some love.
I hope I see 26.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
They’re happy, I’m happy, the world is happy. :-) I’m glad we can be friends again, and just get back to being our silly, nerdy selves. I never believed people when they said that things get better, and that you can move on after a heartbreak. Turns out they were right. :)
Anonymous asked: did you do spring cleaning that you had all your toys in the sink?
Well, happy anon, I’m glad you asked! I like to give them a good scrub’n’boil every once in a while. Good for you and good for your toys! Also yes, I’ve been going through a bunch of old stuff, and been in a cleaning mood for the past week or so. :-P
tim burton’s entire film career has been a slow, faltering, roundabout way of asking for a threesome
Reblogging for the caption.
TW: Gynos, medical shit
So I have my first gyno appointment today, and I’m kinda freaking out. Last time I tried to go, I ended up taking 4 Ativan, and still had a panic attack in the office. I’m not as worried this time around, just cause I want to get it the hell over with. It sounds stupid, but I’m mostly worried that she’s going to scare me into never wanting to have sex again. I’m already paranoid enough as it is.
If you guys could send me some “Be Brave!!” well-wishes, or things I should expect at my appointment, they would be most appreciated. Thanks much!
my dad is such a lovely person....
- Me: Hey dad, can we listen to something other than country music?
- Dad: No, you are a guest in my home.
- Me: But my ears are bleeding.
- Dad: Well fine, you're a guest with bleeding ears. Don't get that shit on the carpet.
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