I am a black hole
who has pulled you asunder—
harbinger of death.
I’ve recently befriended a couple of vintage jewelry dealers from Austin who are NCIS addicts.
Apparently Pauley Perrette reminds them of me.
I’m so flattered I could cry.
I can feel obscurity seeping into my skin, resignation settling my bones, apathy overtaking my soul.
I wish I could just say “I didn’t pull a Plath, give me a job” on every application.
It feels like a summer storm outside, but all I can think of is burning you alive.
I find it exceedingly amusing someone inquired about red lipstick on a day I have opted to wear pink. No matter, I have an absurd amount of feelings about red lipstick at all times.
Having my brother, sister-in-law, and the kids here has been simultaneously fantastic and awful.
Fantastic: I’ve not seen them since October, so it has been wonderful catching up.
Awful: Mother overheard me talking to my sister-in-law about life (including how I can’t handle living with her anymore) and I am pretty sure she is going to murder me now.
I’ll return to tumblr soon. I’ve missed y’all.
HAYDEN AND I ARE THE ONLY ONES AWAKE.
God bless America.
MY OLDEST NEPHEW (ALMOST 14) IS TALLER THAN ME.
WRONG, NOT ALLOWED, THE WORST.
