PEOPLE OF TUMBLR, I AM BACK. Again
And, I’d venture to say, in a very different frame of mind than the last time I was here. Still struggling with some bullshit, just of a different breed.
But I just booked a flight to Los Angeles, in August, so.
What has happened in the last year? I made some new friends. I tried to exercise on a quasi-regular basis (with mixed success.) I worked at my job and paid dem bills. My office moved. Some things shifted around. I got new housemates. I cut my hair real short and grew it back out again. Someone that I tried to protect myself against falling in love with but kind of did anyway died an untimely death. I patched things together and they started to unravel again.
So welcome to the one-step-forward, two-steps-back situation that is currently my life. POSITIVE ATTITUDE and all that. We’re really trying here.
I’M BACK FROM THE GREAT BEYOND, MOTHERFUCKERS. I also bought a sweater that’s basically a blanket with some armholes. Taking adulthood by storm.
Life is nothing but a series of self-fulfilling prophecies.
I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already, it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.
Andrea Gibson (via thatkindofwoman)
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I don’t think about women anymore; I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train; we were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream — you were holding my hand. And I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you. I feel like I’m gonna die if I can’t be with you, and I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die. And I don’t care, ‘cause I was brought into existence to know you and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back? It’s, like, greedy.