The best birthday I’ve ever had was 8 years old. I have no idea why that one is the most memorable. It was somewhere between 3 and 8 definitely. My 3rd birthday was amazeballs because I had a sleepover that was epic as hell. I don’t recall where any houserules went or why a bunch of not so much toddlers anymore knew how to break them - but hell fuck yes. jumping from the floor to the bed to the hamper back to the floor…. it was one of the best obstacle courses in a studio apartment ever.
my mother is awesome for that….
but see then there’s 8. all I remember about 8 is having my entire family at the skating rink with me, for me. i remember being frustrated with how much more difficult the skating rink was versus the carpeted area around it. Most importantly, I remember getting a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Michelangelo watch. That shit stayed on my arm and when it wasn’t, I always had it in view.
to date - I’ve not had a great birthday as an adult.
i sometimes walk around my house pretending that i either don’t give a fuck or that i can’t find one…….
secretly, under my kitchen sink - there’s approximately 14 mason jars full of fucks that i keep on standby because portions of my heart are enlarged….
that extremely weird phenomena when you feel that no one will understand you. and then you realize several people actually know the DNA of your exact emotion.
then you get selfish as shit cuz only you’re supposed to have that feeling. and your fucked upness no longer belongs to you alone.
while wearing Polaris and Betelgeuse around my face
like calamine lotion
i wear that moon shit because i have to
and i long
for when I’m able to vomit
and show off my new dawn
Girl. I mentally shat an orgasm reading that. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SHIT AN ORGASM? BLUEBERRY FUCKING CHEESECAKE FUCKING MUFFINS. THAT’S HOW.Quill (via franksandbeanz)
I want to know that I’m beautiful.
had a kid around 2 or 3 get on the bus today. he marched all the way to the very back where i was sitting, eyes locked on me, and as if he knew i would, i reached out my arms to lift him up and placed him in the vacant seat next to me. he adjusted his position, back straight and then stared up at me. waiting.
i had my music playing but read his mother’s lips speak, “stop staring”. Then she looked at me and said, “he too grown”.
i have to figure out how to get one of these on a regular basis.
and by regular meaning 3-4 hours a week or something.
I’ll be back Thursdee…
(in my most Baltimorean accent)
omg this is so over the top…
got up commanding my morning
A burnt bridge ought not be equated to “report of action” or “being blocked” or “slit wrists due to loss of followers” or “outpatient community psychiatry admittance because you were saved in my phone as ” … . . “
You suck at social arenas behind my PC monitor but we can most certainly still go to UNO’s Chicago Bar and Grille for their four cheese deep dish pizza and bar specials.
Pussy. You better not be offended.