I feel it is okay to be eating pizza and prawn crackers as I have not had a single thing to eat all day because I have been sewing. Y’all know how it is. Also concealing how drunk I was as I dropped into work was hard because I had to give some guy his pizza and change AND I JUST COULDNT WORK OUT $10.95 FROM $50. AND YES I KNOW NOW HOW EASY DAT IS
I would like you to know I get on average like at least 1 free pizza a week. This week I got 2 and tonight I had no lift home from the station after a few celebratory tafe drinks so I walked to the pizza shop and got a free lift home and pizza and all because I make pizzas fo a livin’
Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
Hi Hello. I made some friends last year. Now I don’t know much about friendship but when is it too early to start drawing pictures inspired by your friends sexual experiences?! NEver, I say. They may give me weirded out looks, call me a creep but It is fine. I call this one Persian Love cake. I was awakened by a call one morning to be informed by one of my friends about a threesome. This is not the threesome he described (much to my relentlessness to hear) to me, but ya know what evs.
Was meant to be doing some werk on a dress due on monday but I accidentally got drunk because I saw beer in my fridge and I was like “oh… um, Hello.” and I lingered a little bit on an awkward pause as we stared at each other. Now I can’t think and am once again on tumblr. SORRY.
I miss rainbow
And because i was hanging out with them before they would be like “whats with the wig” and ill be like “what wig”
What would happen if i put both my long wig and short wig on an just sat outside casually