Joined Nov 1 2010
38 years old
And this is the part where the new truth settles in: I ♥ Europe & coffee & plaid & Tegan and Sara & cold autumns & socialists. I think I had forgotten those things. I had forgotten so much. Like how fucking amazing it feels to write; to dream up characters and let them speak to you. I’d forgotten how good it feels to have someone notice when you’re really tired all day because bad dreams kept you up all night. I had forgotten what inside jokes feel like. I like having secrets. And having my own time – my time isn’t that of any Party anymore, and I never feel bad about missing Church because I haven’t felt comfortable at Mass in years and it’s about time I admitted as much and only attend when I actually want to be there. I had forgotten what it was like to have someone not know absolutely everything about you (or rather, to want to know, to need to learn).