I'm leaving tomorrow to camp first with a bunch of...
and then to spend 48 hours by myself with my mid, some water, and a journal. Super stoked. Kinda nervous. But mostly stoked.
I can't wait for tomorrow.
I am just so angry.
I'm fucking sweet okay? And considerate. And I...
And when I tell someone I love them I fucking mean it. Maybe the rest of the world just has a different view, but I’m sick of people thinking that they can just take off and that I’ll be here when they get back. The fucked up thing is that I will be there when they get back. I need to get some fucking self respect. Fuck. I’m just going to find a cave and read in it for the rest...
I'm ready to let go of winter.
It was an interesting one, but I’m ready for spring.
Anonymous asked: You're beautiful
Countdown - Sondre Lerche
I'm on my way there,
I have just hit a few bumps. I know I’ll find home soon because I keep finding things to stitch into myself. I’m not entirely sure who I am, but I know the way I react and I’m happy with most of it.
It's 63 degrees right now
I am so happy.
Trailer Trash - Modest Mouse
When in doubt,
eat a spoonful of peanut butter… that’s what I always say.
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.– E.E. Cummings (via falltoplace)
OH MY GOD SERIOUSLY THOUGH.
I took like an hour break and now I’m back to laughing silently to myself. UGH WHAT AM I DOING WITH MYSELF?!
I've spent an embarrassing amount of time reading...
Time to get a new hobby.
I used to have this dream,
Where you’d paint a monster the size of your body on my bottom bed sheet. For a while I wasn’t sure why, but then you started to say “It’s for when you wake up and I’m not here. I’m still here.” I know whatever you’re going through is something you can’t articulate. You’re not really good at articulating anything anyway, but you should...
More snow? Fuck my life.