standing on the edge of something wonderful, waiting for the last breath to blow me over. legit such a crazy, powerless, hopeful feeling. I don’t hate it - big things are about to happen. and maybe this time around, I’ll let them.
sidenote, I agreed to a date with a person I met at Starbucks. and now I am completely confused as to why anyone would ever pick someone up at Starbucks. seriously. the place is an apparent breeding ground for 22 year old boatsmen named Al who live with their parents and order “idk like that bagel with the seeds on it?”