Dear God, I think it is about to rain. I didn’t know this was what I needed.
I feel like an entirely different human being than I was twenty four hours ago, as if I’ve slipped into a new life and I still do not understand completely how to move this strange body, itself a pagan magick, a stallion set for breaking, a noble and separate thing from the searing ocean’s heart now laid inside.
So many good people suffer because they think they’re broken for not being happy most of the time. Baby, you gotta hear me when I say this, it’s the ones who don’t know sadness like we do who are the broken ones. They’re only getting half the picture.
You ever read something that just fucking destroys you?
Serving is so draining, especially when you aren’t getting any sleep, but the pay is great and I love my restaurant so much. I feel a real, earned sense of hope for the first time in a long time.
If I had to rank my sex appeal I would say “hot potato”
I am never more sure than when I am sure of nothing.