3 TIPS FOR A CUTE STOMACH
1. look at ur tummy
2. say “wow this is a cute tummy”
3. congratulations u have a cute tummy
i feel kind of disillusioned - for what i’m not sure
i’m having a hard time staying in the present.
i either need to fall back to a few years ago when things were easier somehow or i need to imagine a way future because i know there are going to be a lot of rough years ahead.
the love of my life is about to move in with me and i should be ecstatic with everything
but i just feel so… nonlinear.
i’m not falling apart —
i’m falling into pro and con lists, i’m falling into bad habits.
and i’m so tired of these extremes. one day i’m fucking wonderful, sociable, funny, and laughing and other days i just want to peel my skin off and roll in the pavement.
wet dream: being financially secure with a career i enjoy
Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
Lately, all I’ve wanted to do is go out drinking or just go out in general. I’m tired of being home. I’m tired of doing work. I’m tired of being alone. I just want to hangout with one or two people and be in a new environment where people are taking care of me. But I don’t even have the money for this and I’m feeling consistently guiltier for spending it. Although way in the very back of my mind I know that if something awful happens, I can rely on my Dad. But I HATE THAT.
Also, I need a new phone. Mine is done for. At the moment, anyways.
there was this night -
my dry, cracked hands clinging to your cuts,
sloppy footing, we cut through quiet yards
and while you’re trying to find the streetlights
i’m trying to find your thoughts
so i follow your footing -
i have your lefts and rights down to a science
we fall into this rhythm and
but you’re yelling “light, light”
as things get darker and denser
so i take your plea and start to lead
us from the black
your voice cracks but i’m still clinging to your cuts
You’re allowed to want to
shed your skin and start fresh.
There is nothing unnatural
about wanting to explore
a body that resembles your own.
Don’t let someone make you
feel as if your curiosity
is a feeling that places you
in the category of confusion.
Your heart knows who you are,
and no one else will ever
be able to figure you out
in the way that yourself has.
you — sitting across from me and sharing conversation. your kind eyes, warm smile, reassuring and uplifting words, awe-inspiring heart, and vulnerability.