which is hilarious considering, for instance, that I heard this in front of a castle on an ancient bridge over a moonlit river. Seattle is gorgeous but (at least for me) is less the city of love and more the city of sex with farmers and cooking with your mom.
2 weeks ago • 1 note
If you’re going to invite people you meet on couchsurfing.com to go on walks, presumably you’d want to avoid a photo like this. Honestly, who in their right mind would agree to hang out with a total stranger who looks like they hunt humans or build tents made from women’s hair?
2 weeks ago • 1 note
“That’s the creapiest facebook thing that’s every happened to me. It’s a friend request from a dude whose profile picture is of me.”
-Alex
3 weeks ago • 0 notesto push that entry down a little bit further, which is not what I’m currently doing in my own life, mentally. I have a little weight on my breast that reminds me discreetly of the pain I’m not supposed to be focusing on but whenever I do I just think about the words “it’s over” in tandem and return to whatever I was doing previously. One thing to focus on is, of course, my life. A. Black and I have jointly resumed our future-planning. I’ve settled on Mexico but it’s hardly certain.
I keep coming back to Europe in the fall. I’ve got to stop doing that. My life is moving under the gravitational pull of school except I’m not in school anymore and I don’t have a job and I don’t have an apartment or a car. Everything lacks weight. I have no idea what I’m doing here.
My skin is breaking out. My pores are frozen shut. It is so freezing here.
3 weeks ago • 0 notesMy first night in Berlin after seeing Oliver I had a difficult time sleeping because my lungs felt like they were filled with acid and each breath lowered them towards more and more vital organs and my intestines rolled through my lower gut pushing gas and crippling sadness out in gulps and farts and my head pulsed like a fat red vein and my brain swelled and my eyes dried out from all the crying. I sat on the toilet weeping, trying my hardest to read Clan of the Cave Bear, which I would say is one of the more devastating visuals of my life. I drank 10 glasses of water and watched three episodes of Glee.
In London, I stayed up all night holding him in my arms, staring at him as he slept like a Grade A psychopath. When an old man yelled, “Ah, young lovers. She’s beautiful son. Don’t take her for granted!” that night I almost broke down crying in the middle of the street. I wanted to yell, “Yes! Please don’t! I’m here now and it’s OK!”
The thing about it is that when your father dies like that it’s not OK and my new boots didn’t change his mind and my new leather jacket didn’t make him reconsider. Nothing I can do will have much effect at all. My jokes made him laugh but they changed absolutely nothing. Cooking and cleaning for him wouldn’t make a dent. Kissing him was terrifying for me and probably comforting for him but mainly exposed the way in which passion can so easily turn to desperation.
I told him I loved him and wanted him in my life forever. He said it made him happy. That’s the only thing I can do. That and wishing him the best as he wanders through his huge grief, which he’ll have to do on his own.
3 weeks ago • 3 notes
becuz you don’t need a car seat if you don’t have a car
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Status quo in Taiwan.
1 month ago • 31 notes
I’m home now, safe from my trip to Malaysia and Malaysian Borneo. Only casualties: a few friendships, a hostel toilet and an entire ass cheek that spent most of the past two weeks looking like Avril Lavigne rubbed her eye makeup all over it (I fell down some stairs at the above house).
I hope to write more later but who knows.
1 month ago • 0 notes
jss:
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Children, this is what we call IRONY.
World’s Greatest Role Model.
Is Lindsay Lohan dying?
2 months ago • 53 notes
Things that are excellent.
If you could peer into my brain while I pondered whether to go to grad school in America or Europe, this is probably more or less what you’d see.
2 months ago • 10 notes