I don’t know. I don’t look like this when I’m with anyone else.

I don’t know. I don’t look like this when I’m with anyone else.

My friend told me that if she didn’t know me she would be afraid of me and I’m trying to figure out if that was a compliment or insult.

Emily and I accidentally somehow FaceTimed each other tonight, I still have no way to explain how it came to be except for angels. But it was so wonderful I can’t even believe she’s a real human. And now she knows how big my forehead really is.

ok nope LA craigslist apartment browsing is a very depressing activity.


all the men in my life are horrified when I take my nose ring out in front of them which is why I will keep doing that until the day I die

a boy that I will love until I die stuck his fingers in my nose to try and help me put my nose ring back in after it fell out like a week after I got it pierced. the truest love.

A very very stupid boy whose number I had deleted from my phone called me today and then immediately texted, “pocket dial. sorry.” Fortunately I had saved his number in a note on my phone so I knew not to respond BUT I find it very hard to believe that in the year of our Lord, two thousand and fourteen, a grown man with an iPhone can accidentally dial the number of a woman whose vagina he’s been inside. It just doesn’t seem feasible to me! My name starts with an S so it’s not the most easily accessible name in one’s contact list, and it’s not like my number is in his recent call history unless he hasn’t called anyone in two months. I mean, he’s an idiot so I shouldn’t think anything of it but this also isn’t the first time he’s done it. Is he fucking with me? Should I murder him?