I love when I see a post and actually crack the fuck up.
I miss my little brother.
It’s weird going from growing up in the same house to being 14 hours away from each other at all times.
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
I just looked back on my tumblr and became really annoyed with myself. Maybe 1 in 200 posts have any originality or meaning. Wow.
I haven’t been on here in nearly a year, and what a year it has been.
I moved back to Illinois. I met the love of my life. I am living with her, as well as engaged to her. I am closer to my family than I have been in years. Basically, I am being an adult.
Being an adult is boring…
I have so much crazy inside of me that wants to escape.
Luckily, my love can handle my crazy.
In other news,
Pridefest is this month. I always get excited, but am always let down.
I hope it is not too hot.
I had a burlesque class today.
It was amazing.
And from the feed back I got,
I am pretty good at it.
So excited for all the possibilities.
i’m such a shitty friend and i act like i’ll be a good friend and i’m like oh i’m here for you but then i’m tired all the time and i don’t text back and i might not even say hi to you if i see you because i don’t like socially interacting and everyone annoys me and i’m so sorry