~5 dayz and infinite appointments/procedures/drugs later~ my face and mouth are finally starting to look less horrifying! replaced my broken frames, my lenses miraculously survived so i kept them but had to wipe all the cool blood off ugh. also my family and friends are literally the best in the world. 💜🌟🙆
me after crying on the phone with my mom
me saying “fuck you” to academia
me about to tattoo “i’m so angry” across my face
beautiful day with beautiful people
"What’s your biggest fear?"
"When did you feel most alone?"
"On weekend nights in college, sometimes I’d sit by myself in the corner of my dorm room with nothing but a little light on, while all my friends went out."
"Why didn’t you go out with them?"
"It’s hard to say."
"i want to be your blowjob queen" -liz phair -me
"The present is shaped by the past." WELCOME 2 ACADEMIA
in our weekly phone conversation my dad asked me again if i have a boyfriend. when i said no, he said, “why? are you picky?” responded, “i don’t know.” thought of making up a boyfriend, who kevin suggested i call benjamin. make up stories of all the fun times i have with benjamin. then started imagining if instead i just told my dad the truth.
"no, i don’t have a boyfriend. i really like someone and we have hooked up a couple of times but he says he does not want a committed relationship right now"
"there is a person i like but i am too shy to talk to, so i just stare at them whenever i see them"
"i hooked up with someone but then he felt weird about it because he was actually pretty gay"
"it was hard for me to be interested in people for a long time because i kept comparing them to the last person i was in love with"
"i went on an okcupid date and the person was nice but then i had a panic attack and realized i only wanted to be friends with them"
"dad, do you know what ‘queer’ means?"
i think i would be a lot less resentful of school if i could just teleport to and from class and didn’t have to commute in the same space as thousands of students who somehow don’t seem to understand that bike lanes are for bikes and not people or brush shoulders with a bro walking on the wrong side of the stairway who is talking about what a “slut” some girl is
//bleak// (at Third Street Park)