you should call your mom back, and apologize, even if you’re not sure why you’re sorry, just that you have been, for awhile now, just sorry tell her that your stove caught on fire the first time you actually used it, laugh, tell her “actually, you were right, i have no idea how to cook,” text your best friend back, i know she and you are growing apart but it’s okay, not all gaps are impossible to tread across tell her that last night you ate so much you felt like you were going to explode sixteen cups of spinach because it was all that was left in the fridge and calories don’t count if they’re vegetables say, “i have no idea why i bought it, i hate that shit,” invite her over to eat ice cream next time instead. make the bed. take a shower. shave your legs or your head, whichever makes you feel less burdened. don’t message your ex. i know you’re lonely in a way that is icing your blood so your heart is stuttering in your chest instead write a letter to your grandmother you know she loves them and besides she gets lonely, too, maybe she’ll explain how to survive to you, say, “hey, it’s been a while i’m on my own now, but grandma, i think i’m kinda getting the hang of this, so thanks for watching out for us kids.” go to sleep, my love. everything seems better in the morning sun.
twenty-somethings with empty wallets // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
