"Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop."
→ 27 Jul 14 at 1 pm
Biked my ass to Kendrick lake park. Don’t really want to go home. I think I’ll just sit here and read until it starts raining.
"Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you.
for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare,
for an end to your sadness in Keats.
He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived.
Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world.
Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth.
Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor."
Also I’m entirely too drunk to be alone right now. I need friends. Like. Badly. If you’re an Aquarius, Gemini, Leo, or Libra, let’s be friends already. How do people meet people. I’m too weird and awkward to meet people I’ve met online.
→ 26 Jul 14 at 12 am
So this amazing (double!) rainbow happened today while I was sitting drinking margaritas at rockos and it was hands down the most vibrant rainbow I’ve ever seen.
Okay where are all of the boys that go camping and hiking and drink beer but aren’t snobby and are respectful of women and believe in feminism and equality and drive a jeep (kidding…) and know how to cook and clean and have a stable job and a bedframe and pictures on their walls and have a garden. Where do I meet you.