who else just wants to fuck off and living in animal crossing. my neighbor is a bird. i sold three pieces of fruit and bought a sofa with the profit. caught butterflies for two straight hours. my debt exists but the debtor literally doesn’t give a single flying fuck. i wanna go drink coffee at a cafe where it’s served to me by a Gentle pigeon. everyone is happy like 99% of the time unless you whack em with a net or something idk
Teenage alcoholism is so important to recognise. It is not healthy to be getting absolutely wasted a few times a week and sometimes young adults become alcoholic without realising it. If you are unable to have a fun time without drinking or you feel like you need to drink when others are in an overwhelming way then consider getting help.
No really. Get help. It starts with parties, and then it’s “lol im just sad all the time” and before you know it everything is awful and you’re spiralling out of control. Don’t get sucked in and don’t let tumblr Depression Culture make you think it’s normal.
“dear Taylor,
they say you never forget your first love. I guess this is proof. dear Matt, I don’t know a thing about quiet desperation. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.
dear Eric,
dodging this bullet still makes me feel like one of Charlie’s Angels.
dear Kevin,
you were a two year experiment in bad kissing and unwashed sheets.
dear Alyssa, it took me an entire semester of art classes
to understand why I felt jealous of your teeth. it was the rawest kind of wanting.
dear Garrett,
I said no.
dear Emily, Emily.
dear Zach, your legs looked better in stockings than mine did and I still haven’t forgiven you for it.
dear John, you’re why I panic in locked cars.
dear Sean, the paranoia that develops after being even lightly stalked never really goes away. I’m still looking over my shoulder.
dear Emily, I saved every letter.
dear Adam, I was drunk.
dear Madison,
we were both drunk.
dear Dale, I wanted to practice leaving someone who didn’t care that I was leaving.
dear Johannes,
letting you tie me up was the closest I’ve come to commitment in years.
dear Emily, I’m sorry I missed the wedding. I never got an invitation.
dear S, you graffitied your name all over my heart and then stood me up at the airport.
dear Ashe, I’m not sorry for the poems.
dear Caitlyn,
if I never kiss anyone again, you’ll be the last person my lips touched. we both know I’m okay with that.
dear Emily, I still don’t know what to say.”
— 20 LOVE LETTERS (after Jeanann Verlee) by Trista Mateer
