Me: Oh my gosh i have so much time, I think I’ll treat myself and turn in early.
I look over at the clock and it’s 1am
Me: Oh my gosh i have so much time, I think I’ll treat myself and turn in early.
I look over at the clock and it’s 1am
I like how well my phone’s autocorrect knows me. As soon as I start to type “fuc-” it automatically assumes that it’s going to be “FUXKING” and I think thats beautiful
UGH this is so fucking complicated. The Boy is Catholic. I am a pagan. However, I was baptized Episcopalian(?), so am I still considered part of the church, and therefore if we got married it would be considered sacramental? Or because I am currently a polytheist, it would be a marriage with disparity of cult?
Supposedly, if we go through some sort of rigorous testing process and get permission from the local bishop, a marriage would be valid in the eyes of the church without me having to convert, but it would be considered non sacramental. Basically we’d be allowed but God, Jesus, and the pope would frown upon us for the rest of our lives. And the intricate policies of the church aside, he’s from one of those huge, extended, very religious catholic families. Would he be able to stand in front of his family with a non-Christian wife without rebuke? I doubt it.
Like, it won’t likely happen for years, but that’s my end game, and I’m literally so fucked up thinking about the future right now, especially when I know I can’t count on anything. My lungs feel like a balloon waiting to pop
The boy and I had our first official dinner date- Indian food- on Friday the 13th.
Over the last, say, four weeks, by cutting my food spending and getting extra gigs, I have almost doubled the money that was in my bank account. I’m still nowhere near close, and I have a feeling I’ll be only half way by the time I get to the end of the school year, but nobody can say that I didn’t give it a goddamn good try.
I’m writing on receipts and napkins now,
out of paper on the long drive home.
You’re thumbing your way down the road away from me;
Is this what it feels like to watch me come and go as I please?Two runners one with a backpack and a cross against all evils,
the other naked but for a knife;
won’t you walk with me till our paths soon part?
My twenty third birthday approaches, and I don’t feel 23. Or maybe I do? Is my experience universal and I’m just so wrapped up in the intricacies of my day to day life that I don’t realize that the big things, everyone else is going through too? Are there limits to what is universal and what cannot be, as in something being partially universal? Or does the name do exactly what it implies and therefore there cannot be anything that is truly, emotionally or experientially universal, unless it is something scientific like physics?
Hermes, God of coins, God of tongues and commerce,
Loosen my tongue and make it silver
Shower me with gold, bless my upturned hands and plate my tongue so I may do your names justice.
That took an unexpected yet somehow understandable turn and now I’m more fucked than I was in the beginning.
It’s shocking how very little it took for my anger to be appeased