The fat on my stomach doesn’t hang over the waistband of my jeans because I pull the waistband of my jeans over the fat on my stomach whenever I am sitting down. When I stand, a crescent of red lines appears in the middlest section of my body, an anatomical reminder that there will always be more of me than I am willing to admit.
The thing about weight is that it is universally accepted that bigger is in fact way better.
I come home with five pints of cookie ice cream and set all five of them in the corner of my bedroom. If I get hungry, there they are, and if I don’t, there’s always the next night, and the next night and the night after that. It’s okay if it becomes soft and warm. The world is better when it is soft and warm.
The thing about tomorrow is that it always wins.
The thing about corners is that they will never meet another corner.
The thing about succulents is that they can grow anywhere and this is why people are constantly trying to get their hands on them. The second thing about succulents is that they are always soft and warm.
I don’t eat food through my mouth anymore, I just press it into the most absorbent section of my torso. Everyone knows this is the belly button. This leaves more room for breathing. This leaves more room for tasting the air off of you. This leaves more room for making the good kind of excuses. I have been eating this way for months now. My belly button is always hungry and so am I.
If you are as full as one person plus one half another person, I want to be that finishing half.
If you are not hurting anymore, let’s throw a party to tell everyone that the hurt is gone, the hurt is gone, the hurt has moved on to somewhere else.
If you have moved on to somewhere else, please leave a trail of blogposts so I can follow you without your consent or knowledge.
We trade stories every night of what each of our days held, how many lonely miles we walked, how high we smoked ourselves, the strangest, smiling face to pass ours, the heaviest, bluest things we touched while sitting down. You laugh when you tell me, “Can you believe she said that?” and I laugh back, “ No fucking way.” I always tell my story first but your stories always win.
The thing about competing is that we don’t remember entering.
The thing about room is that there is never enough.
The thing about faces is that they always fit.
Spending financially-debilitating amounts of money will not make me a better person, but I can’t make the life-impacting decisions everyone expects from me until I do. Don’t worry though, I am buying us both nice things. I am buying us both scary dreams. I am buying us both new ways out.
The thing about love is that it’s only a feeling.
You can’t touch it.
The other thing about love is that it isn’t heavy.
You don’t have to let it go.
Two people can sleep comfortably on a twin sized bed and they don’t even have to try.
The last thing about love is that half the time it isn’t awake.
You won’t get tired.