Business travels are weird and lonely.
Some nights it gets so bad, I almost pick up the phone…
I stopped caring about you leaving when I started caring about myself, and you know what, I’m happy without that little bit of hurt that was always there before. I’m happy.
Thank you for making me feel like a joke. Thank you for indulging in the mania that I was living last summer. Thank you for forcing me to hit the bottom and climb out on my own. I’m okay now. I’m okay.
I’m filming some parasailing this afternoon in La Heina, I need a girl to go up with me… Who wants to fly with me?
Oh, Rufio… my thirteen year old self is crying that I live in the midwest and not Cali
I’ve been a little mia lately dealing with some irl things, one of which is competing for a very large promotion in which I am one of the last two candidates in the running. The decision is supposed to come down in the next 24 hours. Please, if you believe in anything, say a prayer, send a vibe, think a happy thought for me, do what you do. This could buy my daughter and I a house and a new car and a real life. This is a big deal and I need a little support while I try not to vomit and sob for the next day or so.
Can we act like we never broke each others’ hearts?
At least mine, I don’t know how you felt from the start
Oh, that’s vile, oh, I’m cruel, oh it’s god damn mean
I sure as hell know one thing
You sure ain’t dead to me"
— MODERN BASEBALL (via sorryibrokeyourheart)