the guy in front of me walked into a post and i was so busy laughing that i walked into the same post
we’re going for coffee tomorrow morning
A little girl and her mom were looking at me at the coffee shop this morning and I heard her mom say “go on, it’s ok!” and the little girl shuffled up to me and said “ex-cuse me please, do you have to put on your tattoos by yourself every DAY or does your mom help you?” I am d y i n g
I got dressed this morning. For myself.
Put on eye liner. for myself.
Put on my favorite red lipstick. for myself.
Showed a bit of skin. for myself
I wanted to be beautiful. For myself.
my intro to information sciences prof showed us this video Friday morning and I’m still laughing three days later
i want to go study in a library now
This is… this is beautiful. *cries*
My brother is in a relationship with food and it’s complicated.
He goes on juice cleanses every other week, claiming the Vitamin C
from all the citrus nutrient shakes are good for him, are a replacement
for sunlight, will prevent him from turning into the vampire he never wanted to be.
hot coffee is like “oh i woke up and i’m a still a little tired i’ll make myself a cup of coffee and relax and read a book" and iced coffee is like “oh shit i’m so hungover i have to be at school in an hour shit did i do my homework oh yeah i have to pick that thing up at the place shit"
In 1986 Grandma was worried I wasn’t settling down. So I told her I was having a relationship—with a woman. “I am settling down, in my own way.” And the sunlight settled on the dust on the mantlepiece and the cat settled in Grandma’s lap and Grandma said there were two nurses boarding in her mother’s house in Yorkshire in 1916. And Grandma said she was in love with one of them.
70 years later, she still remembered waiting at the bottom of the boarding-house stairs to blush and smile hello at the funny, dark-eyed nurse she loved.
Love between women? Unforgettable.
