And I am a writer, a writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home. And I’ve written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones.
Can't stop. Hit it. Hit it.
I travel for a living and also publish smut to the internet.
My life isn't dull, but it has its moments.
If I didn’t like my friends so much, I’d invite them over to keep me company. But alas, this sickness was so unpleasant that I will just have to spend the afternoon embroidering images of hot ladies and spaceships.
You can still have fun.
Ahhsammm.
(via daynadanger)
Yesplease.
I was mentioning today how I like the location of the Coast Plaza Hotel in Calgary because of its proximity to grocery stores, entertainment, the C-train, and delicious restaurants. A coworker said “Oh yeah, the McDonald’s is right next door, isn’t it great?” - not sarcastically.
Girl who just ate a bunch of delicious pork bulgogi.
(via robrodgers)
It’s a mixture of dumb jealousy and fear that I might feel should she appear just like it hasn’t been three years. And there’s a distance to her voice over the phone, and that’s because she stands alone - while I’m still sitting here.
