My doctor said that after being sick, I should be on the BRAT diet today.
I’m assuming he meant bratwurst.
A song was playing in my head that usually makes me cry, but I wasn’t sad.
I was thinking about the way the waves crash on shore at home.
I dreamed of the shape of your mouth.
I woke up and there was snow on the ground.
"And it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t- I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her."
Neil Hilborn (via 691180)
A list of places I have thrown up at today
1. My bathroom
2. The doctor’s office (2x)
3. The Walgreens parking lot
4. The Walgreens bathroom
5. Up the hill to our apartment
6. My bathroom
7. My bathtub
"Do you ever feel that way?”
“Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
The Sweet Far Thing (Libba Bray)
"What frightens me isn’t getting close to someone, letting them explore their way through every little nook of my chest and find the sweetest spots. It’s not gaining love and learning again what it means to not just be alone but alone with someone else. It’s the way their name begins to familiarize itself with your tongue, twirling around it and hiding out in your mouth. You don’t think, your lips play with your tongue which plays with the roof of your mouth like they’re crawling themselves personally inside. They make a home inside of your mouth, and when it’s made you can’t help but to say it like they’ll always be there. It’s not the affection that scares me, it’s the name. The taste it leaves behind, what it would be like to become strangers for some odd years and find yourself dizzy when your mouth re-learns it again. It terrifies me to have a memory like that nestling under my tongue, waiting for me to speak on it again. Always waiting. You can’t get rid of a name."
I don’t think Florida’s even a real place anymore.
This makes me so happy. 5 days.
"Now we’re drifting; And soon we’ll just be strangers with mutual memories and some leftover love in our hearts."
Unknown (via 691180)
Can’t sleep? Make s’mores in the broiler.
"I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together."
Warsan Shire (via oofpoetry)