#textadermy

in 2020 im going to

go to therapy

get fit

get published

get better at art

aries: getting on the wrong bus and ending up a good half an hour away from our original destination b/c of hubris

taurus: writing “mads mikkelsen is my dad” on the chalkboard walls of a bar while i film and lose my shit

gemini: called her for a brief moment to say “hewwo? lauwa?” before she hung up, and then calling her back to ask about the “phowne connection”

cancer: “the couple that suffers together suffers together.”

leo: saying “louisville” like a born kentuckian and hearing, “oh what about that one city? LOÖŒÜÜUÜUHVUGHL” forever after 

virgo: “what if the egg opens and it’s just a smaller version of your aunt?”

libra: Ronald McDonald’s Play Pit Testicles™

scorpio: third eye blind’s hit song “semi charmed life”

sagittarius: “if travis and justin both have daughters, and griffin has a son, speaking scientifically, griffin mcelroy is more hung than his brothers.”

capricorn: *after talking about BttF porn* “i have a bad taste in my mouth.” “shame? is it shame?” “actually its doc brown.” “....i actually saw red.”

aquarius: deciding not to send her ”Shhh be vewy vewy quiet...I’m huntin’ pussy...” only for her to send that exact phrase to me instead a few seconds later.

You walk into a café. You take a seat next to a strange being. You talk too much about aimless things. You meet an owner who mops invisible messes, and baristas who know too much. You came here to study, and instead found something in between. You never remember it, but you always return.

you can get the paperback here. 

and if kindle is more your flow, you can get that here.

now i am still working on a way to sell direct (i haven’t figure it out yet) so if amazon is not your steez, i understand! any support is fine by me, so please, i would really appreciate spreading the word and reblogging!