i still light a candle under a picture of my grandma and cry as the wick catches the flame. it's been fifty days now. i wonder what her body looks like today, under all that earth. we've been here just eight weekends. it's all moving so fast and i just want it all to freeze still and silent or move to fast that the shapes are blurred. thanksgiving ( Read more... )

a.. today someone broke into my house in hoags corners and stole $300 from my parents.

b.. my mom is turning 50 on friday. she is planning my grandmother's funeral. it's probably going to be this weekend.

c.. i shut my finger in the door. and it hurts. that's three fingers down. one burn. one knife slice. and one door encounter.

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i quit
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everything that isn't smoking

uhoh.

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whatever happened to thursdaynight partynight ( Read more... )

i am leaving for new york in an hour. and i am inexplicably and unforgivably terrified.

hey! i like stupid little useless fun flirty crushes. who woulda guessed? i am so stressed out that i'm strung out.

tonight instead of doing critical life things i made this pretty little flyer. y'all should go!


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i had forgotten that twilight isn't really a color.

the crickets sound like death to me. my parents are asleep. i'm tiptoeing, sneaking glasses of wine and breaths of stale cigarettes.

this won't do.