When you’re insta-stalking people and you accidentally like their photos from weeks on weeks ago. Oops.
You became so infatuated with the idea of broken beauty. Yet, in the end I found that I no longer needed to be “fixed”. Instead, all I needed was the ability to grow.
Last night was definitely one of the most interesting nights I’ve had in a while. Went to a show with my friend and afterwards, as we stood outside smoking cigarettes and discussing our mode of transportation, a guy in one of the bands asked if we knew of a place they could crash for the night before leaving for the next spot on their tour.
Needless to say, we ended up offering them the couches in my friends living room. Except most of us didn’t end up sleeping and instead we gave them stick and pokes and did a bunch of other dumb shit. Then we went to the park behind my friends house to watch the sunrise and fuck around on the playground.
They left us a little thank you note while my friend was sleeping and I was in the shower. And now I’m sitting on the bus running on nothing but the toxins that flooded my system the past 12 hours.
Half of me wants to vomit, burrow my face into a pillow, and skip work. But the other half tells me to look towards the sun and remember that these are the kind of moments that will stick with me forever. And who would have thought a Monday could end up so eventful.