My goal for the summer is to NOT buy ANYTHING floral or black. My closet is already a crazy gothic garden. I’d rather not continue to add to it. Instead, I’m going to branch outside of my comfort zone for colorful, non floral items of clothing. If anyone sees me attempt to buy any of those things, please stop me.
*Shoes don’t count. I can buy black shoes. Especially if they have awesome rhinestones all over them.
No idea why all of this sentimental shit is coming around now. This month does not mark anything significant that happened during my only real relationship, yet I find myself thinking about it more and more. Like this picture, I remember when Amondo and I would spoon half naked. It happened like everyday.
Maybe it’s the realization of me leaving and you leaving that’s actually getting to me. I’m scared to date someone else because I’m afraid that it’ll be so different than what we had that I won’t feel comfortable or it’ll be so similar that I’ll get weirded out because the guy isn’t you.
What the serious fuck is going on with me? Here I was, thinking that I’m ready for a serious, nice college relationship, but here I am dwelling over the past and shit. You have a girlfriend, one that you’ve had for almost a year and I’m still thinking about you as if by some miracle, we still have some chance of fixing everything and getting back together, wiser and more mature.
Only in my dreams, man. Only in my dreams.
(Source: lesbian-society)
Aliens, Dunes and Parrot Bay
I can already tell that this summer is going to be my most memorable one.
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets…
Whenever someone that’s not Amondo talks to me about Tyler the Creator, Frank Ocean, or any other part of Odd Future, it weirds me out. I’m like, “Do you even know what you are talking about…”? I mean, I’m not saying no one else can like those things, I just know that Mondo really likes those things.
Speaking of Frank Ocean, I kind of miss when Amondo sang Novacane and Thinking Bout You in my car all the time. Those were some nice days.
It’s amazing how after all this time you can still manage to make me feel like shit just by one conversation…
I’m beginning to think that you do it just to spite me.
You know how some girls LOVE attention? How they just want it all the time? How they like clingy-ness from guys?
I’m definitely different. I like the chase. I like putting in the effort to date someone because when I finally get to the dating stage, I feel a sense of accomplishment.
If someone immediately starts getting attached it freaks me out and I get turned off right away.
Is that weird…?
