THIS IS ME AS A TELEVISION SHOW CHARACTER I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS TO COME ON

seriously? seriously. my significant other is food.

i REALLY believe that i enjoy torturing myself, especially when it comes to relationships. i think deep down i seriously get off on being ignored/pining etc etc bullcrap. even at twenty five i am still completely ridiculous but i don't care right now because i have WAFFLES!!!



AND SYRUP HOLY SHIT!!!



also: i do not mess around with my syrup. it's either real maple or it's bust. i can't stand the fabricated stuff. it tastes like sweet liquid shoe polish.

alright well... BACK TO BED

frog's breath

rain brings such peace. i can remember, even as a little girl, that rain always had a way of making things clear to me. a lot of pent up emotions were spent rolling around in the heaven-made lake in my front yard, splashing in mud and wiping my hands on my cotton tank top repeatedly though it was never all that good at getting dirt out from underneath my fingernails. a few times i turned my head to the sky and let the drops plink on my thick, red plastic glasses. i smoothed my frizzy half-curled hair with delicate hands attached to heavy arms, silently speaking with god in only the way kids can. as the little frogs peeped away in the distance of a dusky grey sky i counted their hums, thousands becoming a mix of one. part of me wishes i still knew how to be that open to things i couldn't comprehend and the other is thankful i had the ability at all. i guess as we age we just... have to give up those kinds of things, otherwise the magic of children would be lost. it's okay though. i can still hear the peepers peeping, resilient as always. in that i have hope.