I can’t wait until I have enough money to get a tattoo on the front of my thigh because then I’ll be able to take pictures of it in the bathtub and start drinking tea and date a boring guy with a big beard who loves seven inch records and ignores my needs.
lesson number one that i am learning from hard stuff:
never keep secrets. even secrets of your heart that you don’t know you’re keeping. secrets destroy us. be open, be vulnerable, cry rivers of tears that threaten to crack your eyelids opens. allow snot to run down your nose. be angry and ask yourself why and allow love to answer. stop running from pain. stop freezing your pain to deal with later when it isn’t an inconvenience to you. allow yourself to deal with pain right now, in this moment. if you don’t, it comes back, and each time stronger and stronger. tell your stories so they never become secrets. allow those who love you to help you carry your pain. freedom comes not from the absence of pain, but from facing pain head on and overcoming it, hand in hand with those who bravely choose to love you.
starting the boyfriend challenge
i challenge all cute boys to try and become my boyfriend in the next 24 hours
or they can just donate to me