My twitter is my dairy. My 2 lines of the day that make me feel better. This ish isn’t real. It’s made up in my head, twisted around in my heart, and spit out of my finger tips. You can’t win for losing. But don’t even try here. All the world’s a stage, darling.
I want someone that’s going to ask me the tough questions.
I want someone to look me directly in the eyes and see me in the way most people will never see another person.
So funny we find ourselves here….
You a weird, single man looking at me like my ass hung the moon and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.
Well, I ain’t it…
But we could do some shots?
Go to bed.
And never talk again.
Teaching my mom that getting the good seats on Southwest means you get pistachios brings me great joy.
Omg you’re too funny she says.
It’s the little things in life mom🥹🫶
Dangerously delirious in Tampa bay,
I vow to never be a Krisha or a Stefanie or a Z- whatever her name was.
I’ve been wrong for entertaining it.
I knew it then and I know it now, but dang if seeing your face in a picture today didn’t send that message home to me.
Boy bye.
The thing is I wish there was someone else.
Or any other solid reason.
I wish it was palatable.
Something I could let sink in and hold weight.
But lack of effort?
That’s not stomachable for me.
The thing is I felt safe with you.
& I knew I should have trusted my gut.
I felt that safety slipping away.
But I didn’t.
The facade of safety filled me with so much hope. That dashboard confessional way too high hope.
And I wanted more.
Does knowing the ending of the movie ruin it for you?
Does it even matter how it ends?
It really is about the journey not the destination.
What are core memories? -but blips along the way.
I was fueled by love.
And that’s all I need you to remember when you get to the end.