I almost believe that psychologically, getting over someone you really fell fucking hard in love with is like getting over a death. There's grief, mourning. Constant wonderings, imaginary conversations. And once they leave your life and you never talk to them, when you have no idea who they are in their daily life anymore, feels almost, almost like ( Read more... )

er body is a difficult sister, and she loves her ( Read more... )

Somebody's got to see this through
All the world is laughing at you
Somebody's got to sacrifice
If this whole thing is gonna turn out right

1) Favorite hobby? i've always had a hard time defining hobby.I try to only do things i am really passionate about--writing, piano playing--in the past dancing, reading--and they became more than just hobbies. Hobby is maybe like, i don't know, spending too much at Sephora ( Read more... )

The glove compartment is inaccurately named ( Read more... )

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she’s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it’s like it’s stuck between stations
On the radio.

If I am alive this time next year ( Read more... )

The only girl I've ever loved ( Read more... )

It's pretty maids all in a row across from me on the Metro everyday, with Ann Taylor dresses and shiny patent flats, flipped blonde hair and pearl earrings aplenty. Blackberrys and iPhones in hand, armed for whatever next call they'll have to take while flawlessly ordering drinks at Starbucks. Their eyes either look fierce or dead, no warmth on ( Read more... )

I'm trying to decide if $150 is too much to spend on a day at the salon. I feel like I deserve it since I work my ass off at a restaurant I hate, serving customers who are rude, with managers who love degrading women.

Living here has really changed around the way I save/spend money. Hope it sticks.

I don't want to leave D.C.