oof.

also watched that zebra chase that camel into another car.

we match

its about 100 degrees and we’re all sweating to death

last week

still looking at old pictures, thinking about cutting my hair off.

• Twice in the past week I’ve blushed so hard I almost threw up.
• I need to find a new job. This pressure is causing non-stop panic attacks.
• I have no appetite for food but am going to eat a pack of cigarettes when I get home.
• The midwest fucking blows me. Badly. Just like you do.

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

- Pablo Neruda

three year old me being weird as fuck.

not much has changed, really.