sleeping in your boyfriend’s arms has got to be the most safest and comfortable place in this world
i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
this is the realist shit on this website
So. I’m currently in Washington, and this place is wonderful. I am so in love with the state of Washington, and actually a small smidge of Idaho that I went to.
On another note - I am here for my best friends wedding, that planning process. I came mainly to be here for the dress finding. Which she totally found, tears and all. It was wonderful and I am grateful to have been a part of it.
I am also a part of everything that doesn’t have to be done here in Washington. My best friend’s family is my family. I love them.
I feel like her little brother is my little brother, and vice versa. They love me. I love them.
RIley (the best friend) and I share a mutual friend from the past. Her name is Rachel. Rachel got invited to the wedding.
The problem with this is Rachel actually wants to come to the wedding.
So assuming that she can afford the ticket, she’ll probably need a ride from the airport. No one will have time to go to the airport. On top of that she’ll want to stay with RIley. The houses are literally full. The couches, and guest beds, they are full.
So- that’s problem one.
Also, as soon as Rachel found out there was going to be a wedding she texted Riley not with “Congratulations” or “I’m so happy for you” she texted ‘I’ll be the maid of honor, no need to ask”
Honey. Oh hell no.
But currently what is making me quit anger is that she is calling me the devil for not giving her wedding details.
I’m helping Riley’s mom with a wedding surprise for Riley and Cody. I tweeted about “being in cahoots” because I love saying cahoots. It’s wonderful.
If Riley wanted you to be a part of the wedding - she’d ask.
If she wanted your help - she’d ask.
Just stop, and I don’t know go back to your own life.
So, I taste, smell and feel like bad decisions and regrets.
Tonight I had sex, very bad sex.
I ended things with a thumbs up and when he tried to start a round two I almost shouted “OH DAMNIT! I have to go feed my cousins cats.”
Then I pulled on my pants, and literally ran out of the house.
On my drive home, I get a call from the same guy who goes “I have to tell you something. You’re cute, and I like you.”