"I have so much love to give that I don’t know what to do with it, so I give it away to anyone and everyone, falling in love with everyone I meet. Their love is rarely returned; but passing the weight of my heart onto someone else, if only for a little while, gives me time to sleep. Carrying a lot of love around gets exhausting. I’m immune to rejection so when my love is tossed back to me and hits me in the gut like a 98MPH curve ball, I do what I do best. I pick myself up, dust myself off, pick up all my love, and try to give it to the bat boy. Pitchers were never my thing anyways; and the catcher has a lazy eye & bad credit. Even fools have deal breakers."
- J. Davis (For the Girls Who’ve Always Known They’re Crazy, and the People who Love them Anyway)
Turns out that being 94 pounds and having the ability to down a 30 pack and still drive home, doesn’t make you any happier, nor does it make people respect you any more then then already didn’t; you’re just too drunk to notice the difference.
I’d like to think the fact that I was pretty spares me the embarrassment of the entire year of 2009; it didn’t. As it also turns out, people take you more seriously when you’re average looking. Nobody ever takes me seriously.
I’m vein as hell. That hasn’t changed.
"I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying."
- Sierra DeMulder (via counting-airplanes)
(Source: oofpoetry, via bipolar-bunnies)