Blogging from my phone is incredibly difficult. Five seconds away from jumping in the pool with all of my clothes on. I’m still keeping things secret, but I like it (like lies that get bigger every second you haven’t told them, your mouth is shut like a tent in the breeze on a beach just before a storm, it’s right there, right behind your lips, and it’s begging you to let it go) so I can’t run the risk of explaining. It’s good news and not even good news in a sneaky way, but I just can’t let it out to anyone. People hate others who have good news. I’m getting sick of this city. I just want to go home and cuddle the puppy. I’m over one-upsmanship. I’m about to ruin all of my stitches. I truly missed high school friends. I’m so glad that I’m having fun instead of having panic attacks all day, every day.
Like, I’m really, really thankful for that.
(Source: yimmyayo)
True Norwegian Black Metal
Blogging from my phone is incredibly difficult. Five seconds away from jumping in the pool with all of my clothes on....