Poverty and Push up bras

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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

WARNING: This post contains my more emotions than I ever care to share in one sitting. But it’s my Birthday. And there is no where else for them to go. So feel free to pass over.

I still miss my best friend from high school.

And I know that I probably don’t cross his mind ever. And I think that’s what hurts the most. And EVERY ounce of my body wants to be the amazing, mature 23-year old with the fabulous life in the city who has bigger and better things to do.

Because I DO! I have an amazing life. I’m living the dream. Moreover, I’m living MY dream.

But he was supposed to be a part of it.

AND THIS STUPID SONG. This song that I purposely deleted from my life. This song that doesn’t even have the best lyrics in the world. It’s not Sondheim. But it was “our” song (I know. I vomited typing it). THIS is Leo’s (my boss’ son) favorite song.

Because the universe is fucked up and likes to remind me that I am alone.

(Source: theperksofbeingisaac)

2 weeks ago 17 notes

Oh GROW UP!

Shit I shoulda said to myself a long time ago.

4 weeks ago

I went to text you today

To laugh about the fact that they are engaged.

And that I almost ruined that after a couple of tequila shots.

And to make myself feel better about the slightly moronic things I did in college.

But then I realized, you wouldn’t text me back. And you wouldn’t care.

And that made me feel like a total idiot.

1 month ago 1 note

Ripping off the bandaid

So last night, I sat at a bar with some friends and we discussed the concept of “ripping off the bandaid.” IE is it better to just tell someone bad news/the truth/information and get it over with (rip off the bandaid) or just wait and hope the topic/relationship/information fizzles out or just comes to an end on its own?

We were pretty split on the subject so I’m curious what tumblrinos think.

I’d rather just know and learn to heal from there. But apparently, that makes me a masochist. The argument was that everything comes out in it’s own time. But honestly? That’s bull crap. I’ve watched countless friends torture themselves on doomed relationships and not act on their instincts because “they didn’t want people to get hurt.” It hurts more when you realize your emotions have been wasted on a hopeless cause.

News flash kids: getting hurt happens. It’s a part of life. And personally, I’d rather rip off the bandaid. It’s gross to wait for it to fall off; only to find it one day on your floor when you’re sorting your laundry.

3 months ago

hipstertheatrepictures:

http://theloversthedreamersandme.tumblr.com/

So I was at a party once and the host was was hunting for a corkscrew to open the wine. The man across from me quoted this and NO ONE got it except for me. I let out a far-too-loud-and-obnoxious laugh. To which he smiled at me

And then I hunted him all night until we made out.

That’s right kids. I’m a slut for obscure play quotes. Take notes.

4 months ago 68 notes