i don’t know why joel + my roommate + friends keep giving me shit about that, like, i went out with a nice, handsome man and he was sweet and paid for e v e r y t h i n g including a cab at 4 a.m. when i told him i needed to be home in the morning to take my pills and feed harold. i have not decided if i am gonna go out with him again or not but it was so, so nice to go on a date - i cannot remember the last time i went on an actual date as opposed to, like, a booty call from a certain coworker - and have a good, unhurried time.

beware-beware:

i missed the bus! twice! does the universe not want me to go out with this thirty five year old bartender?

he’s forty

i like this dude. he laughs at all my jokes and has paid for all my drinks, which is a winning combination in my eyes

i missed the bus! twice! does the universe not want me to go out with this thirty five year old bartender?

i was walking down the driveway to catch the bus and my roommate opened the door and yelled “august, did you remember a condom?”

they don’t like, get smarter. they don’t ever get smarter. i have a crush on a thirty-three year old. i hate them

oh nooo. the one i am going out with tonight is thirty four or five, i was somehow hoping that would help.

joel is twenty eight fucking years old

like! i am getting ready to go out for a drink with this dude, which i think might be a date but probably isn’t, and joel keeps like mocking said dude - who he has never met - and i finally said “oh, i’m sorry - were you going to take me out tonight?” and i have not heard a peep from him since.

joel is doing an interesting thing where he won’t date me or even have sex with me but he will act like a mean, dumb little baby whenever i go out with other people

Lone Star by The Front Bottoms

i never cried like that before

how many times i have listened to this song alone in my room is maybe not entirely unrelated to how sad i am today!

rgr-pop:

sometimes people think that the best way to support survivors is to choose them over their abusers no matter how much you liked their abusers or think they are doing good work. this is good but the ACTUAL best way to support survivors is to make sure everybody knows that you NEVER liked their abusers, and think their hair is stupid, and they are dumb

(via gaspsss)

via rgr-pop

bar table six tipped me with a joint today and now i am sitting in bed smoking it and i am very, very high

post bath, no makeup, realizing that i am hot and it is a literal crime against all that is good and holy that the last two men to have sex with me have been a train kid and ryan

post bath, no makeup, realizing that i am hot and it is a literal crime against all that is good and holy that the last two men to have sex with me have been a train kid and ryan

i clocked off, got my shift drink, and promptly ran into ryan and spilled it all over myself. which, like, of course.