“ Because he will grip you by the shoulders and wrench you around and he will bring his bristly mouth to yours and blow
stars
down your throat
until
you are so full
of
light. ”
I like a boy.
We met while we were in Israel. He’s tall and funny and amazing.
He lives in California, not here.
It sucks.
i’ve been pretty MIA in the last month. first i went to visit my wonderful andrew in philly and he took me to new york for my first time. then it was christmas and hanukkah and new years and aaaack.
and THEN i went to fucking ISRAEL for two weeks. yes it was amazing and mind blowing and life changing and i made the best friends ever. i will do a whole bit on it complete with photoset and maybe even a map as a visual aid. how about a powerpoint complete with swooshy fadeouts? or maybe this will be my only post on the whole thing. WHO’S TO SAY? but at least here’s one picture as proof that i visited the western wall in jerusalem.
onebadapple asked: Where are you? ILU!
oh i’m around, being busy.
and i spent some time in ISRAEL. you know, just normal stuff.
(miss you love you)
the best part about prepping for a trip to visit my bestest friend in the whole wide world? attacking the bed bath & beyond wall of travel size stuff.
brb. i just gotta…uh…go to my room…to get…something….
(Source: bamf-gonagall)
November 16th, 35 degrees out today and still no heat in my apartment. Once again my gel pack and I have a close, intimate relationship. He spends a lot of time down my pants and against my bewbz.
I need a burly cuddle buddy. Or to start fucking a guy with access to heat (I’ve fucked a lot of guys who don’t have heat in their apartments).
Here I am sitting at the bar of the restaurant where the guy I thought I was dating a few months ago (but apparently I was mistaken) is the head chef. I was supposed to meet 3 of my friends for a girls’ lunch but no one’s shown up. I’m hiding in a dark corner just hoping he doesn’t walk out of the kitchen and notice me all alone. Because I know he’s going to think I’m here to casually say hello, which I’m not. I’ve seen his new girlfriend and I understand what all my unanswered texts mean.
Would it be weird if I put a big sign on my head that says “I’m not here for you.”?
I just want to crawl into a hole and cry after these last 2 weeks.
rantrantrantrant
