Maybe it’s a little weird to say this since the seed was planted nine months ago but

I feel like this is all happening so suddenly.

One of the few coherent things in a sea of half-delirious ridiculousness I was thinking on my drive today was how no matter sincere your intentions are, at the end of the day it’s all just talk until you’re driving away from your queen-sized tempurpedic-hybrid magic bed of love and dreams and sleep and awesomeness so that you can maybe get a job in a cold place with no decent Mexican food.

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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