but here's the thing.

i was about to walk into my coffee shop when a transvestite stops me to tell me he loves my dress, that it looks great on me and that i’m beautiful.

i know you’ll never read this, but thank you. i really needed to hear that.

i had a dream this morning that i said everything that i needed to say to you to your face.

you didn’t say a word, you just let me speak.

and that was that.

pillow marks on my boob.

taylor’s mom keeps uploading old pictures of him to his facebook and i am at my wits end so i think it’s time to call it a night.

good night.

toying with the idea of deleting this tumblr and starting a new one entirely. 

or rather than delete it i could just abandon it as i have this terrible fear of losing anything.

shihoins:

When people who are younger than you are better artists than you are

grades 6-8, if someone elses art work got more praise than mine i’d be the snippiest bitch towards them for a month. 

thankfully that only happened like, four times. 

dogs are either food motivated or love motivated. there is no inbetween. they cannot be both. 

my dog is definitely food motivated but jesus christ for a food motivated dog is she ever needy.

she will sit on the opposite end of the couch with three feet between us, and stare at me and make the most ridiculous noises until i start to scratch her head or rub her belly and when i stop she will start doing it again. 

missing people is the fucking worst.

my heart hurts so bad right now.

i want something chocolatey and pepperminty

having a “what do i have to live for any way?” kind of day.

i hate it.

i don’t care about anything anymore.

taylor would have been 25 today.

since we don’t have del taco in canada, i’m going to rummage through his old LJ and listen to fiona apple in his honour.

i think the funny thing about death is that you move on but you never really get over it.  one day you’ll be in the kitchen putting groceries away and then all of a sudden this person will pop into your head out of nowhere and then you realize you’re never going to speak to them or see them ever again and your heart sinks and all you want to do is cry. 

i’ve never missed seeing a smile or talking to somebody so much.

the mighty boosh is on bite right now.

i was just thinking about old greg on tuesday night.