i used to write things down when there was too much goin on in my head. kinda like tumblr with pencil and paper. (lol.)

holy mother, i was a HOT MESS.

for all the reasons I should show you off to them.

for all the reasons they wouldn’t understand.

even for all the reasons we complained.

even for all the reasons I could never fit in.

too bad im bad at goodbyes. lol.

i’m starting to miss you already.

i have a confession to make.

i was intimidated by you since the start. you made it seem like you had it all together. the more i get to know you, the more i realize how wrong i was. every conversation we have surprises me with new things, both in jokes and confessions. but even more than that, your brokenness was a reflection of me. so how can i not feel so much hurt for you?

but what can i do for you? what can i say without making it seem like i’m trying to attack or offend you? how do i do it effectively and selflessly simultaneously?

because once i lose that passionate feeling to help you out—being the successful saleswoman, your persuasive savior— not only have i completely missed the point, but it really was just glorified gossip, wasn’t it?

This year, for lent, I’ve decided (as of today), that I will be fasting from Tumblr… and fries.

I hope this is clear: I’m doing this not because I practice Lent, but it’s a good practice.

Let’s be real, fries are an accessory in my life that makes me fat and regretful. And Tumblr is super. But it’s getting to be more super than a lot of stuff that should be more super than Tumblr.

Le sigh. What a sad day, as I bid you both goodbye, but for some reason, for once, I am super excited for the disciplining period that lies ahead: all this extra time that I will have and all this not feeling regretful of the food I partake in (maybe).

I will miss you both dearly. Adieu, til Easter.

I GOTCHU.

  • Will: I forgot to tell you the happy ending.
  • Maya: What is it?
  • Will: You.
sunnyalan Asked
QuestionYou are a Tumblr noob. smh. Answer

that wasn’t a question. or an answer. you’re the worst.