Toward a Place That May Exist

I seek a great perhaps.
  • most girls: hair done up really cute, lots of makeup, designer clothes, hipster blog, thigh gap
  • me: no hair, glasses, scary beard, button up shirts and porkpie hat, cooks meth to provide for my family. i am the danger. i am the one who knocks
Graduation hair for tomorrow, ‘cause ain’t nobody got time to be doing their hair real nice when they have to be somewhere at 9am.

Graduation hair for tomorrow, ‘cause ain’t nobody got time to be doing their hair real nice when they have to be somewhere at 9am.

One of the saddest things about growing up

is realizing your role models aren’t everything you thought they were, but are simply human with the same flaws, insecurities, and selfish tendencies that you struggle with yourself.

We won’t stay friends

because you get mad when I don’t ask you about certain things, and mad when I do. I feel like you’re constantly holding me up to this high, but unspoken standard, and consistently disappointed and upset with me when I don’t meet it.

A friend should never make you feel like you’re jumping through hoops. A friend should accept you as you are, or be able to properly communitcate, in a way that makes sense and solves the problem, when there is something they need, or want, or are hurt by.

I’m learning to quit my perfectionism.

I’m learning to give myself permission to make mistakes, or to do things that I may not be the best at, and not beating myself up for not being the best or sabotaging myself when I know I won’t be the best.

I’m learning to let myself be human, and to cut myself the same slack I cut everyone else.