V card vs. SIM card
…but we live in a time where losing your phone is more dramatic than losing your virginity.
— The Book of Qualities, J. Ruth Gendler
I have a lot of friends who are eager to claim themselves as close to me, but want nothing to do with me when the invitation comes to spend time together.
I also have a lot of friends who hold a completely inaccurate understanding of me. I am not flat. I am not simple. I am brighter than I let on. These misconceptions are discouraging. They alienate. They distance me.
It’s pretty neat to have grown up into what I am now. This isn’t exactly the life I want, and I’m not perfect at all, but I’m so much more than I ever thought I could be.
I am grateful for every moment that brought me here. I would hate to be anything less than what I’ve become.
Thank God for shitty boyfriends and piss-poor decisions and failure after failure with a few well-timed lucky breaks.
"You are awesome. And your man is lucky. But you don’t have to tell him, because I’m sure he knows."
Some dude who was a thousand times cooler than me nine years ago, but was still kind enough to burn Fatboy Slim and Daft Punk albums for me senior year because they ‘just seemed like something [I’d] like.’ Now we’re friends, and it’s pretty neat.
"Hearing you talk [about alcoholism] is the first time I’ve really understood what alcohol does to relationships."
Breakfast: Warmed blueberries and strawberries, grilled avocado on French bread, topped with honey and cinnamon, coffee with Baileys creamer
My real life.
Just finished yelling at my mother on the phone for neglecting to tell me until after that fact that my father spent three days in the hospital unexpectedly last week because she ‘just didn’t think of it.’
For anyone who has ever suspected that I struggle with interpersonal communication and emotional skills: meet the Deans.
Perhaps the most terrible thing about me is that when it finally happens, as devastated as I will be, I’ll also be relieved.
There aren’t words for the exhaustion that comes with always waiting and knowing it’s coming.
I struggle a lot with guilt. It’s probably merited.