January 2011
Love Is...
…when she:
brings me with her to her family’s house, lets me bring pastries, sings Avril Lavigne songs with me on the drive there, allows me to comfortably be myself in front of people who are important to her, talks about the most disgusting (but somehow creepily adorable) things with me, doesn’t let my mom scare her away, holds me while I cry for an hour, understands my point...
A Sad Day For Left-Leaning Journalists And...
The eggshells Keith Olbermann refused to walk on have finally all cracked. MSNBC, you will regret letting him go. Olb, you’re better than them. Keep being fucking rad.
Together Can Never Be Close Enough For Me
Nights like these make me wonder what I did before, what I’d do without her and how she got so goddamn perfect.
I want to kiss her again…hard.
Literally... My Daily Thoughts (1.19.11)
7:15 am - “I am so self-conscious about these leggings, but those freakin’ awesome girls just made me feel so much better. I love coincidences.”
7:45 am - “I’m failing this test, I’m failing this test, I’m not going to pass this class…”
8:20 am - “I got this shit on lock…fuck yeah, muckrakers…”
9:15 am - “This...
Dear SWR Moms,
Fuck you and the ass you rode in on.
This is not worth my time or tears.
That awkward moment when you see Jason Derulo...
-beforetoday-:
mexi-jew:
and you’re like:
…what the actual fuck?
“Thank you, Samantha. Again. For everything. For being the best girlfriend on...”
– Late night talks, though exhausting and upsetting and gut-wrenching, are always the most rewarding.
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Hey #3 / Perfect for You (Reprise)
“-Am I crazy? I might end up crazy. -I’ll be here for you.
-You say that right here, but then give it a year or 10 years or a life. And I could end up your wife, sitting, staring at walls, throwing shit down the stairs, freaking out at the store, running nude down the street, bleeding out in the bath…
-Perfect for you, I will be perfect for you. So you could go crazy or I could...
Few Things
Hurt more than betrayal.
Especially by your own family.
“Babe, I already miss you. Sweetheart, I already miss you. Sweeteyes, I already...”
– Literally, though.
WatchI want this now, please.
Control
I’ve lost all of mine.
It’s in her hands.
She can make me do any and everything. And I’m not afraid.
I fucking love it.
The End, The Beginning, The Eternal Inbetween
The last three years have gone by so quickly, but this past one alone was ridiculous.
I can’t go into all that I’ve learned about myself, love, the world, blahblahblah. I don’t know how to articulate all of that. But what I can, and will, say is that I am not nearly as fearful as I once was. I am not afraid of new beginnings, nor am I afraid of things ending. Because I know, no...