Graduating is a confusing and upsetting time, often jam-packed full of questions from old people.
I was skinny for a little while, back in college and then again for about six months into adulthood. I was never yellow-polka-dot-bikini skinny, bones thrusting from the skin skinny, exercise and eat right and you’ll have a flat tummy skinny. But I wasn’t fat, and I suppose that’s as skinny as I’ll ever get.
Dark, scary, moody, surreal.
How liberating an idea to swear off two years of your life in a foreign land
Crack me open when toes curling
because i have a heart of pudding and considering i grew up watching disney movies literally every day, i think about love a lot.
Somewhere between the third lemon drop of the day and the third puke of my closing bar shift, I realized my ‘I don’t feel that hungover/I don’t need a nap/three hours of sleep is plenty!/I can still do back-to-back partying/Yeah I’ll do some lemons drops‘ thought process is highly flawed.