XXV • Long Island • Engaged • A well-traveled, brew-enthusiast, banker and baker who loves autumn, art, literature, lipstick, flowers and pugs.
We rescued her from the cold of winter when I was seven. She was tiny and likely wouldn’t have made it, and, for a long time, I thought she was the lucky one. Lucky to be found, lucky to be picked, lucky to have me.
It wasn’t until too many years later that I realized I was the one who was rescued.
When I was sixteen, I moved out and she couldn’t come. Looking back, I know I should have stayed. But I didn’t. I was strong enough to deal with that house for a little while longer, I just didn’t know that then. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for leaving her there, even if that was mainly due to my immaturity and naivety. She was the only one who stayed a constant while everyone around me left. When I left. She saved my whole life, and I didn’t give her those last two years.
Although she didn’t physically come with me that day, what she meant to me, what she did for me and the lasting impact she had on me is something that will be with me for as long as I walk this Earth because, without her, I wouldn’t have walked this far.
Most people I’ve tried to talk to about this stare at me blankly before erupting into laughter, or worse, they shrug it off. That’s fine. I don’t need anyone to understand. I understand. None of those people were there when I lost myself, anyway. She was.
It was around this time six years ago that she passed. I miss her today, and I just hope she somehow knew the love I always had for her.
"If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend."
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
this is my favorite post on tumblr currently
neck deep | warped tour 7/26/14
Blue Point Brewing Company’s Sour Cherry Imperial Stout • 1 pint, 6 ounces • Small batch • 9.0 Alc. / Vol. • Gift from a good friend
A giant brew, for a giant snob.
I’m still alive, I promise.