they are all in sync and it kills me.
I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
googled “dog swearing” and wasn’t disappointed
His fucking look of determination. Like, “you’re going to effing jail Greg.”
sometimes i think i’m sassy and then i realize i’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean
My father works alongside our leader, Marcus. It all works. Everyone knows where they belong. Except for me.