If you are an adult I can promise you that a tonsillectomy is completely devastating. The pain is constant.
I just saw a spider on the ceiling. Repeat there is a spider on the ceiling and I’m laying in bed. The panic, the paralyzing fear.
I’m fine most of the time. I’m able to handle life’s hard moments. I take them on the chin or cry, but I manage. It’s those moments they say define you but that is bullshit.
Life’s challenges come dressed in laughter for me. You know the moments that life is easy and everything feels carefree.
Those fragments in sting with the realization that the only face that I wish to see smile as bright as the sun is yours.
I want share a look, that is as electric as fucking, across a crowded room. Let’s giggle until we are falling undone into each other. I need to touch you to know that this is happening for real and I’m experiencing it with you .
Reality is, I’m here and you are… there. I’ve never felt more alone in my life.
Seriously, Fuck True Blood. If Tara dies first episode they must be killing off Sookie next. She is so useless.
I spent Friday and Sunday watching Orange is the New Black season 2 in it’s entirety both days. I was suppose to stretch this damn show out for a week. Now I have to find something else to watch.
Nicely explaining that women have the right to wear whatever the fuck they want to wear is hard work, especially when the person is blaming womens bodies for the downfall of society
It’s hot. So I’m in the dark, naked. Sister walked in taking to me then all of a sudden she realized I was naked. She paused mid sentence asked if I was naked. I said yes, then she walked out.