today, i experienced the magic of voodoo donuts for the first time. dear jesus, it was amazing. i realize i look like i’m in pain. don’t worry, my extremely hungry and hungover self was merely on the verge of tears due to how delicious and perfect that donut was.
i still can’t believe my housemates brought us a huge box from their portland stay this weekend. they’re the best.
like moons love the planets they circle around.
i had a bad day today. you were on my mind all fucking day, and i don’t know why. and then, i was a big enough fool to go through our old facebook messages from when you were abroad. and i realized that i am just a big, fat fool. because i thought when you said forever that that’s what it meant. i thought that when you said you would never stop loving me that you were telling the truth. i thought that when you promised we were fine, we actually were. but i was wrong.
if you’re from idaho and don’t own one of these…you should.
never again will i walk down those back steps into your basement. never again will we play angry birds and eat ice cream in bed, then cuddle until we fall asleep, waking up intertwined. and i wish it wasn’t never again. but it is. and i will have to spend more time than i would like getting used to that.
You make all things work together for my good.
“God is in the sadness and the laughter, the bitter and the sweet.”
it’ll all get better with time.
and just like that, you did it. like it was nothing. like i was nothing. like i am nothing.
“i don’t want to see you anymore.”
so casual, because, unlike me, you have given yourself time to heal already. you have rationalized, thought, convinced yourself. and this is what you want. and you’re happy now.
i guess i’m happy you’re happy. and i guess i should have seen this coming. but when it comes right down to it, i didn’t see it coming at all.
i really think i’m going to end up alone.
Do you like the cello? Do you like beat-boxing? Do you like them melded together in what can only be described as the birth of a classical-based beat-boxing renascence? You do now…
love this song.
(Source: unbridledthoughts, via emememorie)