hell to the YEAAAAH
Sofi just texted me with my Saturday night plans:
Going to a party with Harvard’s male crew team.
Sounds absolutely perfect.
And we are getting so shitty. And it will be wonderful.
gracias.
por correr tu bici a la 1 de la mañana
y acostarte en mi cama
y abrazarme y apretarme
y llorar conmigo con la luz apagada
y sobar mi cabeza hasta que quedara dormida
y decirme que todo va a estar bien.
te quiero.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About
- The neurology of anxiety.
- Equal temperament.
- How to tell time.
I feel like shit.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this shitty. And this weather is not helping. I really hope I don’t have the flu and that this goes away soon. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkkkk
I don’t want to be swimming in bullshit. You want me, then tell me. Do something about it. If not, I’ll move on to the next one. It’s always been like that, and it will continue to be like that. I get bored too quickly, too easily… Give me a reason to stay.
Grace Paley, in Enormous Changes at the Last Minute. (via jennabee)
