That street art life though.
Current status.
life
Current status.
Sometimes
Standardyou’re having the worst day ever and you’ve been on the receiving end of rough news and everything’s been going wrong and so you throw on a sequined dress on a Wednesday because fuck conventions and then a blazer because fuck even more conventions and go get ready to meet your boyfriend whose guts you love so so much even when stuff has been increasingly difficult and you’re facing about 500 obstacles to go hang out with a really nice follower and you’re just like fuck everything because eventually all the terribleness sublimates into a weird, comic kind of invincibility.
Here’s to saving this day, tumblr.
I’m bringing one of my (comparatively) vanilla friends to a munch tomorrow. We were hanging out the other night and she asked if she could come along.
She’s a little bit kinky, but I’ve never mixed friend groups like this before aside from bringing Pup to a party once.
I’m just a little bit worried my silly, wild, boundary-blurring kinky friends are going to freak her out a little. But also a little hopeful they do, maybe?
where are the settings to get my brain to sync with my google calendar?
My struggle exactly.
The dream.
Torn as to whether or not to write the earliest item of my adventures that would get you all caught up or to write about something really hot that happened last night, divorced of context.
I’ve been busy. I’m in quite a dilemma.
It’s a good life.
Realized halfway to my friend’s birthday brunch that my shirt is see-through.
But considering her brunch is at a gay bar, this is fine? I think?
I fell in love with my city tonight.
It only took a year and a month, almost exactly. And, yes, I know it’s a Thursday night, but I think this is our song.
I moved here from one of the biggest metropolitan areas in the world, and it took me a while to get sweet on it. Things moved too slow, people were a certain way, I missed the small circle of people and places that encompassed the first 22 years of my life.
Tonight, I went to my friend’s birthday in the suburbs. Rather than waiting for the bus or a ride, I opted to walk home and saw my city’s skyline looming in the distance as I drew closer and closer to it. I was only about twenty-five minutes away, but there was something beautiful about watching the lawns get smaller and the houses get closer together and the roads assert their dominance over the area. There was something about looking at that skyline and knowing where I fit into it.
I watched the throngs of people grow thicker, the homes recede into apartments and businesses, the space condense.
Lately, I’ve felt less like an outsider here and more like I fit into the fabric of this place. I’ve finally figured out its personality. And gazing at that skyline, I didn’t compare it to another I know so well. Instead, for the very first time, it stood on its own.
Some days you have like 10,000 things to get done but instead you help your friend move after work and then dance in her empty apartment with her and her boyfriend to “Partition.”
And those days, you’ve made the right decision.