View Larger I’m dirty, hungover, brain dead, and exhausted but it was 110% worth it. Loved you Sasquatch 2012 (Taken with instagram)
View Larger I’m dirty, hungover, brain dead, and exhausted but it was 110% worth it. Loved you Sasquatch 2012 (Taken with instagram)
I think a lot… like a lot a lot… About whether I’m wasting my so called young and free years by getting into and caring so much about my 9-5 (or todays 7-7) job. But the thing is: I really like working hard. I like having responsibilities, people depending on me, earning my own way, impressing people, and days that you have so much to do you have no idea where the time went. I feel really cut out for corporate BS because I can recognize a lot of it as just that. I’m not even sure what else I think I could or should be doing at 24. The thing is though, that after you work really hard, you get to take 3 days off and go live it up in the sun at a music festival. On that note: I’m going to go pack for Sasquatch and have my wine.
(Source: thechocolatebrigade)
View Larger This a meltdown territory face and I’ve been making it all day. If anyone needs me I’ll be at my desk till forever. Send wine pls. (Taken with instagram)
I don’t know why but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the people I’ve been with and loved and what they mean now. As if I don’t have healthier ways to spend my time.
My university boyfriend is still one of my closest friends. We text daily, Skype often. He’s a person who always has and still does get me on a level people rarely do. We’re going to Sasquatch together next weekend. I know we’ll have a fantastic time. Hes such a great guy and I know one day he’s going to make some girl very happy.
Then there’s the most recent ex boyfriend. I saw him a few weekends ago, after the fury of texts trying to get me to meet up… I did. It was a train wreck of epic proportions and I know that I’m now over even attempting to have him in my life in even any vague capacity. I think he’s a poor excuse for a human and has absolutely no regard for anyone other than himself. I look back on the time spent with him as one of the loneliest and most confused of my life.
How do I think of these two people, who have arguably spent more time with me than anyone else, in such completely polar opposite ways? Obviously it’s how they treated me and how we interacted. But I never knew at the time and it makes me wonder how I’ll one day see the people I’m currently spending my time with.
View Larger I read half of this on the drive home from Portland today. It’s slowly and steadily gotten more gruesome. I like it but I’m not sure if I get what it’s putting out there. Have any of you read it?
View Larger It’s been a long time since I loved a book as much as I loved this. Beautiful and surprising. I kept on stopping to reread paragraphs. Highly recommend. (Taken with instagram)
View Larger Whoops ended up back in portland. 1/4 of my day in an Ingo sandwich #heaven (Taken with instagram)
View Larger Once when me and 3 of my friends were drunk and 20 we decided to get tattoos. The next day we soberly did. Makes me happy to look at it. (Taken with instagram)
AN OPEN LETTER TO PEOPLE WHO JUDGE MY SINGLE, POST-COLLEGE LIFESTYLE.
View Larger I just love the Internet and living in a world where I can post an exasperated tweet and this happens.