So, I’m going to a Packers game with my boss. If I go missing you know who to look for.

So, this bitch at work, keeps being a bitch and like offering help when it’s neither wanted nor needed to the point of being insulting. And I just want to ask her, what even is the point of you? Then tell her to go away.

Love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.

Do men have the emotional capacity for love?

Listening to Black Keys and painting and I have a really nice beer. Things are okay and I’m coping.

One day, I’ll feel like I can breathe again, like the wind hasn’t been knocked out of me. I just have to hang on.