“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”—
So I went to Johnny’s this weekend (yeah I know, ew, but I was just there to lurk myself a ride home).. and I was blazed the whole time so the place was my nightmare. I thought everyone had a visible cloud of STD smoke around them, so I tried to walk around and not touch anyone.
So anywho. As expected, every guy there was eye-fucking me so that I wished I had come in a parka. But this one guy is just eyeing me and smiling but in a non-creepy way, in like a silly-awkward-cute kinda way. So he comes over and asks for a lighter, and I can tell he’s definitely not from here, he can hardly finish a thought in English. So we talk for a bit and I give him my number, but he needs like a ridic area code to type it in. And for a few days he never texted so I just assumed he fucked it up, but I just got some broken-ass english text from him whoop whoop!