Today is my ex’s birthday and I find myself not caring but instead staying up all night listening to sweet love songs and writing my boyfriend letters. Letters for someone deserving of me and my words.
I guess this is what they call finally being over it, eh?
Slowly we unfurl As lotus flowers 'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick Dancing around the pit Just to see what it is I can’t kick the habit Just to feed your fast ballooning head Listen to your heart
So as I posted the other day, I have a new tumblr. This one is by far too personal, has too many memories, and I felt the need to kind of start over with a less personal blog. I will continue to post here when it comes to personal matters and my poetry and whatnot, but this other blog will be seeing a lot more activity than this one from now on. I’ll be following those of you I can’t stand not seeing on my dashboards. <3
I am missing a pair of sweatpants that are my favorite and I wear on particularly lazy days or when my uterus is destroying me. I don’t know if I left them at Jason’s and they are lost in the depths of his laundry or if they got mixed up in somebody’s clothes at my house. Fjffjfjfjfj. The bane of sleeping out constantly.
“think about it when that baby inside you and some guys fuckin you and the dick is poking that baby in the eye and maybe he starts sucking it and the guy is like oh that feel so good and you’re like oh god my baby is gay”—some random person on the internet (shown to me by the boyfriend)
A friend of mine who I’ve known for nearly a decade is having a baby. A BABY. My friends are having BABIES. We are ADULTS. I’m so happy for her but when did we get to be so old? Ahhh. Babies. Marriage. It’s only a matter of time until it’s nursing homes and green jell-o.