yo yo yo I was tagged by my babe Kelli
australiancupcakefarm to post 5 (more) random facts about myself. 💖
sorry not sorry, ppl.

1. I love milk. I could drink like five cups a day with no complaints.
2. Despite fact #1 and the abundance of calcium that must be in my bone marrow I broke my right wrist when I was a child by flipping off an ottoman. I still have the cast.
3. I was actually born in Virginia and for some reason Ohioan children seemed to think that meant I was some kind of hick who ate squirrel when I moved here???
4. Surprise surprise I’m super big on travel and I’m so so stoked to be able to go to France and Lebanon and Japan and the UK and Mexico and South Africa and just EVERYWHERE someday.
5. I never really get nervous or worried about anything and tbh the only thing I used to freak out about was school finances but it’s w/e.

I tag stillstreet and reelbearmedia I guess


gonestagrams (part 5.25)

Sometimes I wish it were easier to talk about stuff with people, or to just communicate in general…but then, communication’s almost always a two-way street, and talking about your thoughts only works out when you have people who are able and willing to level with you. And that’s hard–it’s easy to become bitter about that, but the reality is finding people who can relate and be emotionally available and the right personality to jam with is hard, no matter what their intentions. And even if you find the right person, they can’t always handle it, and that’s..just how it is. It’s not anyone’s fault, but it’s reality

It’s natural to want to blame aloneness and inability to reach out on others or yourself, to try to find out who’s the “bad friend” or shitty person in the situation…but sometimes it just doesn’t work. Sometimes aloneness is nothing more than being alone, and no one is to blame. Sometimes your only company is yourself, and learning how to extend yourself the kindness you need and deserve is a worthwhile venture, even if it’s really hard sometimes