|—||Virginia Woolf, in her essay Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid, dated 15 May 1940 (via fleurstains)|
I just want to be more and learn more and love more and eradicate any shred of primitivity
i feel like every week i’m just like “i need to get through this week”
Found out that a girl I’ve known since elementary school OD’d last night. I had this huge crush on her all through middle school. I remember one night we were wasted and she got pissed for some stupid reason and broke her hand punching a filing cabinet. We went to Carowinds and got drunk and loud and had an amazing time. She shanked my friend in the line for Rip Roaring Rapids. After high school I didn’t see her for years. She got hooked on pills and had a kid while serving 30 days for a D.U.I. She stripped to pay the bills. She fucked most of my friends. She smoked cigarettes and took pills while she was pregnant. I drove her to the dog groomer where she worked a couple times while she was awaiting sentencing. My other friends were drinking in the back seat. Some cop had come to her mom’s house looking for her earlier in the day. She was confrontational and quick to anger, she was always nice to me. She always got excited and wanted a hug whenever we saw each other. She had a hard life and made a lot of mistakes, but she wasn’t a bad person. I’m not surprised she died. It’s typical of this town. It fucks you up early, and all you can do is fight to survive. Some people are just better at fighting than others.
I love you so much