missmarch

it’s really not that bad. i hope this makes you sad. excited that they’re opening for fall out boy :) last time i saw them was back in 2015? 2014? when they were playing with the wonder years and modern baseball. what a crazy tour.

personally, sexting is really really good when it’s done with someone who knows how to be erotic. of course it can be bad if the person doesn’t know what gets you going, but the same can be said for sex, and that doesn’t make sex bad on its own! sexting makes me feel so good. it’s nice to think that someone is so attracted to you that the distance isn’t a factor. they need you to know. they can’t stop thinking about your body or your face or your hands on their own. it’s romantic, at least.

calamari! how delicious! I haven’t had it in so long. i love the leg pieces especially!!

i had three island breezes with peach shcnapps. there is not a wiki for either of these things. if i could upload a selfie to this website i would because i’m flushed and beautiful at the moment. shcnapps are delicious. and i feel amazing. and coconut tastes good with everything. i want to get drunk with my sisters right now.

they are all shit and no one on them cares about anything important or real and telling people you met your spouse on tinder is a humiliation ritual. that being said, i propose we all gather together and use compend like a dating app and find true love. thank you for your attention to this matter.

MEATWAD MAKE THE MONEY SEE MEATWAD GET THE HONEYS SEE

perhaps the best invention in the whole world. i could spend hours here! i am so thankful for all the librarians across the country. i am so thankful for second spaces like these.

when i was a kid i would watch grainy shoddy youtube videos of people claiming grey men were stalking them outside their windows at night. my family computer was in the living room of our single wide trailer, directly in front of the one window, and i would be so entranced in the footage that i didnt notice my cousin slip out the screen door and creep into the yard until he was banging on the glass and scaring me so bad i fell out of the chair. i dreamt of grey men nearly every single night. beam me up! get me outta here!!

the easiest quickest cheapest cure to a migraine! but not my favorite soda by far. it’s a little too tacky for my liking. can also help with nausea, but ginger ale is better.

ever since i was a little kid i’ve had the feeling of being watched in the shower. i hate being naked. it’s too vulnerable. you’re taking a big chance that no one will take advantage of you in that state, stranger or no. but it still must be done. recently i’ve been using lush’s “honey i washed the kids” shower gel, but it dries out my skin so when i get out i use an oat milk and lavender lotion before i dry off. it’s very lovely and soothing on my skin.

the most beautiful thing this world has to offer! i wish to die surrounded by my friends. everyone who is not my friend, is just not my friend YET!

hard to say…was i terrified when it happened to me? yes, of course! but it was eye opening. life changing. perhaps we will never know what’s really out there. perhaps all of the things we think we know about the universe or about our own realities is all make believe. maybe none of it is true! memory is a funny thing. but i do remember. and there’s no other explanation except for the one they’re always giving. i think they are real and they are out there and they want to speak to us.

i can only dream of someone caring about me as much as he cares about his little samantha. everything in his life is because of her. in a search for the truth. season 2 finale right now. watching him attack his boss. the truth remains obscured. i want him to love me.

when i was 7 years old she was a constant in my life. driving home from school. as the city approaches she gets bigger and bigger and i was always asking what if today is the day she erupts? would we even have time to escape? would there be warning signs? i dreamt so many times about climbing her. feeling the cool breeze and the snowcapped rocks under my tiny little hands. i never got the chance but i still hope to make this dream come true.

people online are talking again about how this mystery is “solved” but ignoring all the details that don’t align with their theory that it was an “accident”—yes, the family did it. but it was because of their involvement in CSAM rings nationally that have known connections to child pageants. everyone wants to blame the brother and no one wants to talk about the tip called in that led to explicit photos of jonbenet being found on a convicted predator’s laptop. such is the case for many SolvedUnsolved mysteries. sigh….

the phrase “i want to believe” is very important to the fabric of my understanding of the world and has been since before i ever watched a single episode of the show. alien abduction has always been tied to allusions of sexual violence against children. but believing in the mystery is better than the pain of the truth.

it upsets my tummy but i will never give it up!!! i am drinking a cup right now. it’s so delicious, so bitter, so refreshing. my afternoon cup of cold brew gives me the jumpstart i need to make it through the rest of the day. one cup is all it takes, two is far too much!