Anonymous said: what is the moon
i don’t know and i don’t think i should have to answer this question
"What do you want me to look at? Text me." @ Sweet Tomatoes
I once felt a calm beyond me—it was summer, we had just gotten home from the water park. It was your house and you were my best friend at the time. Your mother fed me latkes and called us kindela and we were. I can see it now, how small we were in every way. Summers lose their magic like baby fat, grow slim and complicated with us, but this one was still good. It was a chubby summer. We came home and sat on the electric box planted at the edge of your yard and watched a ridiculous sunset. This was before we knew to be embarrassed by moments that seemed fabricated, too precious. I remember lying on my back and the feeling slowly washing over me. A few evolutionary stages behind, This is as good as it gets. I’m not sure—what came before that? Maybe, Remember this. And before that, Don’t worry. Don’t worry. That was the calm offered to me and my chlorine skin, to you, to your rare grass yard in the desert, to my parents who picked me up in a new car—and that smell!—and took me home.
In 2014, Coca-Cola unleashed a unique marketing campaign designed to…
'The past is just a story we tell ourselves.'
I walked down the hall and saw that [she] was sitting on the floor next to a chair. This is always a bad sign. It’s a slippery slope, and it’s best just to sit in chairs, to eat when hungry, to sleep and rise and work. But we have all been there. Chairs are for people, and you’re not sure if you are one.
Took this selfie in an Arby’s drive-thru after I had driven around aimlessly without A/C in 103 degree weather. As I pulled up to get my food, “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want” came on and a drop of salt rolled down my forehead and into my eye.
"Horsey," I rasped.
Lord knows it would be the first time.
Friend of Animals & Sophisticated Grown-up
My Asthmatic Cat Needs a New Home While I’m Overseas Omg I Already Miss Him So Much
I Hate You
all adequate titles for my memoir
All year I’ve been dreading the day when I could no longer use this Never Been Kissed quote in all my bios. The day is MY BIRTHDAY and it’s TODAY and I’m TWENTY-SIX so what now?