told my boss to leave the coors light check with me from now on so that I always get to see my coors light boyfriend and he said “who the guy who looks like he lives under a bridge?” I guess that’s my type. :/
“I am made up of bad habits. Consistent in how
I love boys who will never love me back.
Letting the phone go to voicemail when my
mother calls. Biting my nails bloody.
Wearing dresses when I should wear jeans.
Making my body small. Forgetting names
but not asking for them again. Maybe I should
have called. Maybe you should stop calling.
Maybe I should have remembered how you
take your coffee, your favorite band,
that you smoke a pack a day. Maybe I should
have apologized. If it’s any consolation,
my next birthday will be me eating cake in bed
and licking the icing off of my fingers alone.”—Kristina Haynes, “Bad Habits” (via fleurishes)
“I’ll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don’t choose. We’ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn’t carry us. There’s nothing to do but salute it from the shore.”—Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar (via nomoreundead)