Yes and No and Maybe

The ramblings of a token twenty-something: young, wild and indecisive

It’s done.

Holy fucking shit. 

It’s never going to go away, is it?


Almonds are America’s most popular nut.

It is also one the few nuts that you can make milk out of.


(H/T Wonkblog

WTF is wrong with people. Hazelnuts are delicious.

Way better than “other”. 

I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

—James Frey  (via c-elestee)

(via writrs)

On Settling Down

My mom has this fear that because her and my dad aren’t together anymore it’s going to affect the way I view relationships for the rest of my life and I’ll be averse to the whole marriage thing forever and it will all be her fault.

Well, it will, I might be, and it’s not, but here’s the thing: I don’t even have a favorite food or a favorite sweater or a favorite brand of toothpaste. So how could anyone ever expect me to have a favorite person?

P.S. I may have lied. It may be Crest. 

P.P.S. I did lie. It is Crest.

Ampersand Overload

Sometimes our eyes meet & I can’t help but picture it, if only for a moment.

You & me & chocolate milk picnics by the water. Cartwheels & sunshine & and the sweet smelling sweat & only sand between our skin.

Cross country train rides with my head on your shoulder & my fingers in your hair; you’ve got my heart in one hand & the other at the window making condensation masterpieces.

Games of hide & seek under down comforters & on the kitchen floor.

Rain waltzes & puddle leaps. Tequila burns & campfire sparks. After dark swims lit by hair curling laughter & dinosaur tears.

Our fingers tied together all through sunny side up mornings & lazy afternoons, your pretty painted sunsets & shooting starry eyed midnights.

For a moment it’s all there and it’s exactly what I want. Every heart-swelling detail. And it’s so bloody brilliant that for a moment I am sure you want it too. But then the moment’s gone. 

Until the next sometime.