Listen. I wouldn’t just fuck an alien. I’d take an alien out on a date, to their favorite restaurant. I’d marathon an aliens favorite show with them. I’d spoon an alien every night. I’d bring an alien little random tokens and gifts to remind them of my affection. I’d help an alien work through their emotional issues and family baggage. I’d adopt a shelter pet with an alien and raise him as our very own son. I’d grow old with an alien, every blissful year of our union reminding us of how much we cherish each other. I’d make love to an alien.
I’m still reeling over the fact when I went with my friend to a renaissance fair, there was a lady who was handing out samples. My friend took a bite of it and all I heard was
LET me on the bed i promise i wont lay on top of you and squish u under my big dog weight please ple please please let me up i promise i’ll lay only on a fair amount of bed for me and not take up all the space :3 please pleas (lying)
- i moved out of nj and now live in san diego in a freak change of life plans. truthfully and unapologetically, i don’t regret anything
- i work in the school system! i’ve cultivated a newfound passion for helping others, especially kids. it’s been really nice
- i have completely changed who i am from who i was back then. i regret the shitty version of myself and the harm i’ve done to others. i’m better now. i’ve grown so much and i’ve loved twice as much.
- i’m in the BEST situation right now. sometimes i have moments of imposter syndrome but i’m doing great in centering myself and remembering that i’m absolutely capable of anything
- truly, my goal right now is to think about younger me more, and i think 13 year old me would be absolutely DUMBFOUNDED if she met me. she’d be so jealous and happy for me. and that’s what i’m goin for!
- i’ll be posting more memorable moments under #withlovebymaeve so that this can be a memory book per se :-) enjoy!
holy shit i haven’t been here in YEARS!!!! i wanna come back bc tumblr was my entire childhood and i wanna make my inner kiddo happy by endlessly scrolling again HAHA!!! how is everyone? grown? yall got savings accounts now? credit cards??? STUDENT DEBT??? man lmao
the worst part about living with a roommate are the moments you need to break down. you need to find a specific time to do it, whether she’s away to just cry into your bed, or simply sleeping. if she’s sleeping, you would lock yourself in the bathroom and sob quietly in order for her not to wake up. whether it’s lowered hiccups or covering your mouth, you try hard so you don’t have her wake up in the middle of the night to check on you.
in the bathroom you slide down the wall and face the sink and mirror. you bunch your legs to your chest and cry into your knees, or sit on your knees and douse your hands. you grab the toilet tissue and you aggressively rub your face dry. you think you’re okay, but the emotions spill over like an overfilled cup, so there’s the cycle of wetting and drying. you face gets sore and puffy. your neck aches as if it was screaming for you to stop crying. you stay there for an hour trying to fix yourself up, but then the structure you tried to reconstruct tumbles down again, adding another hour in that bathroom. time moves fast though. you would get so used to this cycle that it’s already 2:30 AM. you watch the mirror in case the door creaks open.
if your roommate comes in, what’ll you say? “just a bad dream?” “stressed about a test tomorrow?” there’s hardly an explanation for this feeling. it’s hard to describe something that consistently changes form and definition inside. what can i say? “i was doing laundry then suddenly there was an overwhelming rush of emotions that hit me like a wave, and i’m currently washed out.” the second worst part about this night is when you go to sleep. it isn’t easy to push things aside and dream. you lie there for a while until your swollen eyes go numb and just doze off.
will waking up be hard? you wonder. you float in a dark void and wonder if you are prepared for the next day. is the next day ready for me? will i be okay? is this how it goes? you wonder. you wonder. you wonder.
