we just want to emote 'til we're dead
March 2011
So my new nickname is “mail-order bride”. I’m alright with it.
Also, I just spent $15 on 4L of wine. NEVER GOING BACK TO CANADA.
Understanding where people are coming from, not thinking bad things about people… leaves me blaming myself for most anything that goes wrong in my life. And I’m not totally convinced that’s a bad thing. But it feels pretty awful.
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
—Lao Tzu (via jenfemmeinist)
Delirious-tired, screaming Tracy Chapman songs in my head.
Time doesn’t make sense. Is it today?
There is a tiny girl running around the station, and she keeps losing her ball. Everyone keeps kicking it around so it doesn’t go under our chairs. I AM BEING FORCED TO PLAY WITH STRANGERS.
It’s a little funny, a lot awkward.
Running on two hours of sleep. Trying to keep my eyes open so I don’t miss my train. I look awful and can’t stop shaking. Yo, Alex. You ready for this mess?
Away from the internet for the next 24 hours? I forget how to do that.
In other news, LEAVING NOW OMG OMG OMG.
It’s almost 5am and I’m about to watch Where the Heart Is. Why am I alone?
Do you think I can shove my heart back down my throat by forcing food on top of it? I did some things I regret. And I’m not big on regret.
i am developing a bit of a crush on you. you are lovely in every way.
Oh, hello. Have you not been told how bad I am at receiving things like this? If you think I am lovely, you should probably be my friend. Weeeoooo.
It’s my fault. It’s my fault. No matter what anyone says, it’s my fault. Always. You just don’t get why.
Oh, come on.: Does being a Babe make you more prone to having awful daily breakdowns? →
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Can’t we all just line the entire floor of my apt with mattresses and have a billion pillows and blankets everywhere and just BE TOGETHER AND DRINK AND SMOKE AND CRY AND EAT OUR FEELINGS/NOT EAT AT ALL AND PAINT AND SING AND JUST LOVE EACH OTHER FOR ALWAYS? BABES WHO FALL APART TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER.
CAN WE PLEASE
Also, I don’t think it makes us more prone to it but I think that’s why we love each other so much, because we can relate on such an intimate level. We’re all fucked up, and we love one another because of that.
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU OMG (all of you)
