You're the boss, applesauce

22 year old chubby blonde girl, new to New York, makes a lot of jokes. I'm an addlepated twit. Unadulterated pap. I think the monkey is the sultan! Zippity doo dah day. How does that grab you, darlin'? How does that mess your mind?

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

– All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via nationalpopleagues)

okay so I went from feeling like the biggest fucking loser and like I was completely unwanted, to having not one, but two dates this week with total cuties.

I am having some sort of Alanis Morissette-level revelation and reclamation of my womanhood right now and I am so unbelievably happy I’m no longer wasting my time on waiting for him to realize how incredible I am and how wonderful I am to him. 

CAN YA DIG IT?!

“My love is selfish - I cannot breathe without you.”

– John Keats, a letter to Fanny Brawne, 13 October 1819

okay so to further put off doing the heaps of laundry on my floor, I just ordered more clothes and got the faster shipping so they’re coming in tomorrow…

sometimes I like to pretend I’m a celebrity who can do shit like this.