it’s a saturday night and the dude I was gonna hang out with blew me off with “Agh, I suck so much, but my friend invited me over to drink and drug my problems away. Raincheck?”
and I replied with, “Yeah, no worries, it’s cool, I had a lot of cry-sturbating that I had been putting off that needed to get done anyway, so, you know, blessings in disguise.”
who am I
why do I say the things I say
I think I just fell in love with a slightly overweight 40 year old married man and now I am depressed and eating cheap pizza at work to take my mind off it
What do straight boys text each other about is what I wanna know
"In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, “I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.”"
— Linh Dinh, Poetry Sightings (via rose-jam)