I am actually made of paper. I have x-ray vision but it gives me a bit of a headache. I swim in a sea of uneasiness somewhere off the coast of Australia.
January 18th
12:04 AM

Look. I know we’re not together at the moment, I know we didn’t define the terms of this break but would it fucking kill you to let me know you arrived and you’re having a good time or that you didn’t arrive and you’re having a bad time? 

Because you’ve clearly arrived and you’re clearly fine. It just feels shitty.