the worst part about coming home
from a home
away from home
is the nostalgia and homesickness
i get for what home used to mean
biggest LEXI, YOU IDIOT moment of the semester:
looked at the wrong scheduled flight. left for my plane as it was taking off.
“i don’t look like myself today” she said
“oh? then who do you look like?” he asked
“someone sad and too punk rock”
drunk cried last night
sober cried this morning
forgot how to get to the metro down the street from where i live because i was too busy crying
tripped up the stairs on the way out of the metro
threw up in airport
sweated ballz
traveling sucks and leaving places makes me sad
i wish i was a tree and not a stupid person
ugh
if i ever jump off a bridge
i’ll leave a note
“2manyfeelz4thisworld”
- rescue three white women who have been missing for a decade, and a baby
- become a national hero
- pull and even bosser move and tell the fbi to give the reward money to the victims
- media decides to dig into your past, and bring up your criminal record.
wonderful time to be black in america.
what the fuck dude
I had a feeling this would happen
(via uhlenah)
