i prefer my days in the midst of a haze surrounded by kind words, sriacha on everything, everything bagels, too much coffee, parking lots, playing the banjo, intoxicated dancing, clothes i can't afford, the world to appreciate, the details to look at piece by piece, friendship, croquet, new faces, old stories, jazz and the martini, slowly but surely making my way out of here

 

Anonymous asked
I miss you. But all your friends are stuck up now, they used to not be, and I think you've drifted away from anyone else that wasn't in your little group. You're the coolest and most laid back out of all of them and I miss talking to you all the time.

I’ve drifted from a handful of people including my “little group” , it was never purposeful it just happens and I love who I ended up drifting to. I wish I knew who this was though, cause staying anon isn’t going to change it