Dear H&M ( Read more... )

Today I realized that I have a lower than average tolerance for fake stupidity, and actually fakeness in general. As I write this, I feel hypocritical, because I am fake in some ways too. I talk more softly to my boyfriend's parents than I do to my friends; I pretend I'm cooler at work than I really am; I'm a different person to different people. ( Read more... )

I went running. Through the fields, woods, and streets. This is home now, or at least part of it. And I came to this conclusion: I'm not ready to leave. I can. I'm a strong girl and you're a tough boy, and we could both do it on our own. But I don't want to. I'm not ready to leave drinking champagne in the bathtub with you, running through the ( Read more... )

Why yes, thank you for asking, I did run for the first time in 6 months yesterday. And yes again, I did do 230 crunches this evening while watching Weeds in German. So yes, I will now complacently sit back and enjoy at least part of my KitKat easter bunny, thank you very much Mr. Calorie Counter. And no, I'm not going to work out tomorrow because I ( Read more... )

...i would consult freud's dream dictionary, but i'm pretty sure there isn't an entry for ginormous, jet-black, man-eating, saber-toothed tigers in there. glad to be awake, and very glad those things don't exist in real life...

the only thing good that i learned while in germany was that when i get really sad, i don't have anybody to rely on. this is not a judgment call on anyone, it's just you're all too far away, out of contact, or busy with your own lives (*not* a judgment call). it's a good thing ( Read more... )

Dear baby dog ( Read more... )

We got back from Venice on Monday night...*amazing*. I want to write more, but I guess sometimes you really need the right words. Everything else is cheap. ( A Thousand Technicolor Words )

Why are the worst dreams always like this, where my mother wears red lipstick and high heels, where she hates me and falls down the stairs into a pile of laundry, but nothing terrifying happens? there are no monsters. there are no dark woods. i'm not even lost or disoriented or alone. my mom hates me, though, and calls me a slut and laughs at me. ( Read more... )

Dear Sarah ( Read more... )