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third year writing student at University of Victoria. 20 y.o. female.

new snake friend

today i rescued a snake and a little bird on two separate occasions


don’t check up on people who have decided you are not in their picture anymore. you don’t need to know how they’re doing. save yourself the trouble, seriously.

10. Lie through your teeth and accept cigarettes, even if you just slide them behind your ear like James Dean. In general pretend to be tougher than your father, blanker and crazier than your mother with her particular interests and phobias. Insist upon the window opened a crack. Write down what you see until you feel sick. They’ll stop. They don’t want you to puke all over the dash. That’s when you get out and wait for a different ride. Number ten is huge. Your survival as a hitchhiker depends upon it. I love you; please don’t die.

from “The Ten Essential Rules of Hitchhiking,” Bhanu Kapil, Incubation: A Space for Monsters 

(i first read this part after not having slept for the night, sitting outside by astor place waiting for two people who would be arriving at such different times, being very very aware of the sunlight and the blue skies and how little i was accustomed to either. i read this part and something inside of me cracked and i wiped at my face because i didn’t realize i was crying. i love you; please don’t die. i love you; please don’t die.) 

(via commovente)

my bf is being super sweet and taking care of me because i’m sick and miserable so that makes me happy but at the same time i’m sick and miserable, ya know?