i just went into starbucks and some dude in the drive-thru saw me walking in and paid for my coffee. eternally bemused as to why strangers keep buying my shit— free coffee is pretty cool tho.
so i’ve been pretty bummed out lately but when i left this morning to drive to work, my ex had left me this on my car [it was something i’d seen and excessively flailed over a few weeks ago in a comic book store, but couldn’t afford to buy at the time]. so i was totally crying again this morning but in a joyful, “i’m far too obsessed with the winter soldier” kind of way.
“The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan’s care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.” ― Joe Hill, Horns
life is easy, son. it’s just like riding a bike that’s on fire and you’re on fire and everything is on fire and you’re in hell
friendship while at the most glorious, pretentiously awesome bookstore in seattle. all the kerouac.
aw darling, i appreciate you so much <33333 luckily i live close to a grocery store so now i have a great many frozen goods and hella alcohol. your company would make it all the better though, and i hope you have a lovely night/day~
so on top of my dad leaving for afghanistan yesterday i just broke up with a person that i actually liked a lot and i’m just, really, wow so many shitty things going on rn.