Brief pause for Castle and some homework. If you sent me a number I will get to it shortly I promise.
Once upon a time we started talking about how we were adventure soulmates, and I still 100% think that’s true. I am so desperate to make it out to you so we can go on adventures together and drink coffee and alcohol and have photoshoots by campfires on mountains and be all around classy hipsters who are just trying to figure it all out.
You are such a bright spot in my days. Honestly. I know I’m not the only one who thinks it, and I am so grateful for your positive outlook and spirit. Your energy keeps me going on the roughest of days, and I feel so lucky to have your support and kindness to lean on when things get tough. I was going to say that you are one of my steadiest rocks to lean on but that doesn’t do you justice at all.
You are my mountain - solid and true and awe-inspiring and I love you.
You know what I appreciate most about you? That you’re a little bit of everything. A little bit sassy, a little bit funny, and little bit outraged feminist - all bundled up and lost just like the rest of us. Your presence on my dash makes me smile, and I’m not sure how you managed to stumble upon me and find something you like but it makes me happy.
Also your hair. Your hair is absolute perfection.
Let me start by saying that I love you. I don’t think I tell you that enough.
There are people on here who I met and got close to because of certain reasons, and that definitely applies with you. Ever since the beginning of our friendship, you have always championed for me and have pushed me to battle my own demons, and you understand because our demons are friends. I cannot thank you enough for being that pillar of support even from thousands of miles away. I am so humbled that I have gotten to see you grow and evolve into a person that you are starting to love and understand, because we don’t talk as often as we used to, but I hope you know that I am forever and always your silent champion.
Because I am.
Oh my lovely, lucky 13. I don’t even have the proper words. There are very few people I know who are as sincerely kind-hearted as you are. Your messages always make me smile and they always come at the most needed times. You always have the most lovely things to say, and I am so honored and grateful that you choose to share them with me. You tell such wonderful stories, and keep on going even when the world seems to try and keep it’s knee between your shoulder blades. You know that saying?: The sun does its best to keep others warm and show them their light, but it can’t see that it’s the brightest star in our sky.
I just made it up.
But you are the sun.
Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity.
letthewordsfallout replied to your photo “Still feels like my skin is splitting open because of the baseball…”
Have they talked about draining it?
I think the orthopedic surgeon is hoping that it will eventually drain on its own because draining it can be absurdly painful (not that it isn’t already). And I don’t see him again for another 2 weeks so really at this point it’s fingers crossed that the heating pad turns it from jelly to liquid and compression makes it drain because I don’t want to have to go back again.
Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is okay. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having.
Talked myself out of indian food for wawa after practice instead and now practice is cancelled and I can’t justify going all the way to my car and wawa for dinner and I don’t want to go to Main Street anymore and I just want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.