I can’t wait until I have enough money to get a tattoo on the front of my thigh because then I’ll be able to take pictures of it in the bathtub and start drinking tea and date a boring guy with a big beard who loves seven inch records and ignores my needs.
This is everything
“Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.”
It’s a really weird feeling, breaking up temporarily.
We said we’ll still talk while I’m away, which we have. I’ve told all my new friends about him. But it’s so weird telling myself I really can’t call him my boyfriend at the current moment. I don’t know what to call him.