life should be happiness & chill mornings full of coffee & kissing toes.
fuck yeah. it feels amazing to hear from people i trained that im one of the best managers they had, that i taught them a lot. especially when you know they arent the asskissing type.
i feel like im doing things right, that in small ways, im learning how to be a good leader.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
i made four quesadillas. i got full with three &
now i wish i had someone to feed.