LxC: Girl V. Life

anticlimactic mischief maker. queer. in love with Philadelphia, road trips, & bad decisions. sucker for blue eyes and freckles. poet.

thedearlydepart:

thefavoritelove:

jan-egeland:

"on a scale from one to philadelphia how good is your jaywalking"

Philly.

Since I live here. I will cross broad street without thinking

And give give any decenting driver the “you got me fucked up” face

1. If we are measuring self control,
I’m doing pretty good. I’ve gotten through an entire 24 hours without texting you. This makes me miss you. This makes me wonder if you notice.
Or care.

2. I fall asleep nightly with an unsent, “home/safe” in the text box. I delete it when I wake up, phone in hand. This has been going on for four days.

3. What’s the best thing you are doing today? Are you smiling up to your eyes? Has anything you’ve seen made you
think of me?

4. When you end a sentence on my
name, I always read it as, “Shut the fuck
up.”

5. You look pretty today.

6. I’m getting anxious about seeing you.

7. The pictures you posted did not
make my heart drop out of my chest. I always look for pieces of me. You still wear the bracelet.

8. She heard about Philly. She wants to see me. She asked about you, “How is that friend of yours?”

9. I’m still sad about lakes and cabins and adventures that will never happen.

10. I roll down all the windows and sing at the top of my lungs. This reminds me of you & it comforts me when I won’t allow you to do the same with words.

—   10 texts I did not send while she was
on vacation

“Eliot & April still get to me. April
is the cruelest month, I repeat to myself, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land mixing. My tomato died. My lilac lost all it’s leaves. I’m growing mushrooms where wildflowers should be. & the god
damned pansies are always smiling better than I do.”

—   i can never really escape the wasteland

“She was a person you would not be surprised to find sitting by herself in a corner of the world where she didn’t belong, writing things in a notebook to prevent the rise of panic.”

—   Alice Munro, “Hold Me Fast, Don’t Let Me Pass” (via floriental)

(Source: larmoyante, via disaffected-coathanger)

So damn cute today.
theheroicqueer:

ik-zie-u-graag:

I WAITED THE WHOLE YEAR TO POST THIS!!!!

THE ONLY EASTER POST THAT MATTERS

This existing almost makes me believe in a higher power. Almost.

theheroicqueer:

ik-zie-u-graag:

I WAITED THE WHOLE YEAR TO POST THIS!!!!

THE ONLY EASTER POST THAT MATTERS

This existing almost makes me believe in a higher power. Almost.