So, I got some news today, that pretty much means my (already tentative) plans to get the hell out of Texas are delayed, indefinitely. At first I was angry, I was fucking furious. I still feel the acid burn of anger eating away at my grasp on civility. Mostly I’m just disgusted. I’m so sickened by the fact that someone can think so little of the struggle of others, that one can just unload his part of a shared burden on the already breaking backs of his companions and just give up.
I’ll keep my anger, thank you. I’ll hold it deep inside myself, as a reminder to stop trusting that others will make the same sacrifices I will, that others will kill themselves to better the lives of strangers. My mantra for the coming months? “You’re never getting out of Texas.”
Upon arriving home after a long day, this is the best possible first thing to see after walking in the door. (Taken with instagram)
I NEED KING CAKE. even though i already got the baby :[
I NEED MCKENZIES KING CAKE. also a french king cake from La Boulangerie.
Oh my holy God.
I’m literally crying with longing