Yesterday afternoon I left my 9-5 job and drove a few towns over to an affluent part of the county for a nose job consultation. My heart was in my ass. This was something I had been waiting for my whole entire life, so far back as I can remember. Was it first my well-meaning mother, with no filter, apologizing for inheriting my father’s features that did it? Or was it someone in my class at school, the first person to make the grand discovery that they could turn Hailey Noecker into Hailey Nose-pecker. I’m not particularly sure. I just know that it was never a revelation I made on my own, but something someone once told me. And when they made me aware of it, it suddenly existed.
i relate to the being tired of urself thing so hard 😭 sometimes it’s just exhausting analyzing and picking apart every life experience you’ve ever had (especially when trying to turn it into something poetic)
i relate to the being tired of urself thing so hard 😭 sometimes it’s just exhausting analyzing and picking apart every life experience you’ve ever had (especially when trying to turn it into something poetic)