I think I might be officially back.

O:)

MOTHERFUCKING FROZEN GIVES ME FEELS I DO NOT NORMALLY FEEL.

That last part and the beginning and the music and the…. 

I WOULD LOVE TO BUILD A SNOWMAN WITH YOU ANNA. 

I.

WOULD.

LOVE IT.

i have three modes; adorable, asshole, and apathetic. and ADD before anyone else throws that in. 

<i see you motherfuckers>

Things that I love about Jose:

Because I can’t help it, sometimes the way I feel about my boyfriend literally bursts out of every inch of my body. So.

  • He’s such a pain, but he’s my pain. 
  • He drives me crazy. LITERALLY. 
  • He knows just what to say to calm me down when I’m about to punch walls & babies.
  • He holds me tight in his arms and makes me feel safe.
  • He is proud of me and believes in me, which is cool.
  • He licks my face when I start to cry. (Which is a lot, but he does it anyways. He really doesn’t care.)
  • He makes this ‘I’m trying to smile’ face when I ask him to smile, and then I laugh, and then he really smiles. 
  • He makes me laugh by making funny faces. 
  • He keeps track of my life and I keep track of his.
  • He’s just really freaking cool, okay? Like, legit.
  • He has greeeeen eyes. Like, bright green. It’s preeeeeetty awesome.
  • His beard is red, but his hair is brown. Logic? None. That’s awesome.
  • He does this illogical thing where he gets jealous of my pillow because I hug it at night. My favorite part is when he makes this face that says ‘Damn it, I have to accept that I can’t be there, but I WANT TO BE.’ It makes me smile.
  • He makes me feel better when I feel like poops.
  • He also laughs at me if I accidentally fart in front of him. Which makes me get very upset, usually. For some reason, he loves it. I don’t get it either.

But yeah. I’m doing this post because I’m so excited about our super-corny-teenagery-three-month-aversary, only because it’s Jose and we celebrate EVERYTHING because well, that’s us. I make him excited about pointless shit, what can I say? Guilty as charged, but he loves it. XP

Sincerely,

Katherine

Lost.

Every once in a while, I feel very lost. I forget what I’m doing, and I spend a day very quietly thinking. It’s weird to everyone around me. Hell, it’s weird to me. But sometimes I just get very lost, in my own self, and I’ve come to realize that it’s okay. I need that “lost” time to regroup upon my own existence and say: HEY! That’s not you. Or, say: Hm, this is new. I like this. I will keep it. 

In example, I’ve come to learn that my ADHD pills that I started taking again are making me sad lost. Not pensive lost. SAD lost. So, yeah. Now what to do with this information. I don’t really know. 

I’m lost again, world. I’ll see you when I’m found.

Sincerely,
Katherine.

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