Sometimes your situation changes and you just have to fucking roll with it.

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it's amazing how alone you can feel in an entire houseparty-full of people.

ahhhh...it's never ever ever as easy as it seems, is it?

You can wake in the morning, curse the inky, bleak day lurking outside your window, burrow into your covers, bemoan and debate the effort of getting up and brewing coffee--the effort of boiling the water, scooping the grounds, waiting for the hot mess to settle and cool down enough to consume--or you can get up, begin your daily routine and ( Read more... )

exhausted. lids anchored with need for sleep...for peace. carrying the weight of this existence not on my shoulders but in them, in the hard knots of tension above my blades, in my back that always feels taut with frustration and weariness ( Read more... )

There is something to be said for getting yourself drunk in the middle of the afternoon on a shitty day.

Fuck this.

the sharing of secrets ( Read more... )

It's an idealistic concept, this hand-rolling of your shortcomings and imperfections into a compact cylinder with thin, sticky paper. Breathe in your sins (french-inhaling at your leisure) on a front porch swing, breathe out you vices in a halo of translucent grey smoke. For a few minutes you feel cleansed, although not clean. Do you understand ( Read more... )

Sometimes all you need is a good sweat-out at the gym, security in your love, a plan, "Queer Eye" followed by "Project Runway" and a homecooked meal to feel okay again.