Leah. 23. Wonderer. Wanderer.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
One of my best dude friends just sent me this text and I can’t even handle it:
"I mean it though. You are a truly lovely person. And I’m flattered and of course would make out with you too, but I feel like (and hope) that a good friend would know when not to do stuff like that. Like it takes none of my judgment to see how aesthetically awesome you are. It takes more of that to get to know you and how good you are as a friend and person. I wanna be the careful, reasonable, respectful one, not the one whos like "this girl’s cool, I’ll just take this thing from her because I assume I can get away with it. Because I’m a white guy who is never held accountable." It’d be a privilege to make out with you. But an honor to be allowed to be your friend."
Like how is he a real human? Who is he and where did he come from and how did I get so lucky?
Homesick for a place that doesn’t exist.
woke up feeling pretty homesick this morning. came to the laundromat to get some laundry done, sat down flipped open my book to this random page. thanks universe.
Well, this left me fucking sad as shit. Thanks zach braff for ripping out my heart and then putting it back together all in a 2 hour time window.