acatcalledtravis:

Travis says to approach new situations and people with love and kindness first and foremost in your heart. 

(Reblogged from acatcalledtravis)

acatcalledtravis:

Travis says to approach new situations and people with love and kindness first and foremost in your heart. 

(Reblogged from acatcalledtravis)

Strength

"I decided."

"I know."

"The thing is… I know, if I left her for you, it would destroy her."

"What about me? Am I a robot?"

"You’ll survive it. You survive everything."

"I need to be the weird one in any relationship."

I laughed. Of course he did. I almost didn’t have the heart to tell him how insipidly boring that made him.

"Heart," it turns out, can be found at the bottom of your third glass of wine on an empty stomach.

Signs you are old

When instead of paeans to women’s summer clothes and peach body spray*, one of your chill, fun university-era friends posts on Facebook “Concert done, and we had a great time. I can confirm after watching all the college kids parade around that the trend du jour is high waisted short shorts with butt cheeks hanging out the bottom.”

*This is a reference to a non-Internet column at Boston University’s Daily Free Press in about 1997, that caused the first-ever feminist uproar I’ve ever seen. Jeremy Catalino praised the smell of girls in summer clothes and peach body spray or something. Four people remember this, and we are all old. Catalino didn’t make the short-shorts comment, because he knows how to properly use a hyphen.

Your first reaction to this pitch will most likely be to overlook it.
The first line of an email in my Inbox that arrived at 5:08 pm on a Friday.

In retrospect — a lot of retrospect — it was a fucked up situation. I picked him up at the train station after a weekend away and a couple check-in texts, a couple weeks into dating, and drove us to dinner. I picked a place that was kind of a drive. Halfway there, I told him.

How did I phrase it? Something like, “I didn’t want to ruin your weekend, but…”

Someone broke into my apartment. He sexually assaulted me. I spent Friday night and into Saturday at the ER waiting for the medical violation, and Saturday day in a hotel room waiting for the cops to finish processing my apartment.

How do you respond?

He actually was perfect — or as perfect as I needed him to be. In the terrible dance he found himself in, he let me lead. He never questioned the buccal swab or the police questioning about whether I’d been cheating on him to make him jealous, not the obsessive lock-checking or the meltdown after I came home from one police meeting to the news that D. had died and I had nothing else to give anyone.

I would feel more self-satisfied about the fact LinkedIn just showed me my ex’s profile as someone I should know and that the picture is from a couple years before we dated, but then I’d have to admit I was on LinkedIn.

But: We dated in 2003, so he’s rocking on LinkedIn a 15-year-old profile pic from his post-divorce online dating profile. So I win.

cammiecat:



“If you will try raising your upper lip, you might, at least, create the illusion of a smile.”


 - Paris When It Sizzles (1964)

Relevant.

cammiecat:

“If you will try raising your upper lip, you might, at least, create the illusion of a smile.”

- Paris When It Sizzles (1964)

Relevant.

(Source: yoyohelmet)

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Things I Might Be Doing This Week, My Last Week At This Gig

  • Tumblr’ing.
  • Passive-aggressively using Tweets about equal pay to demonstrate how to properly use Hootsuite.
  • Wearing the dress I know my boss hates and told someone else to tell me was too low cut for the office.
  • Coming in at 10 am.
  • Leaving at before 6 to make the two-for-one happy hour that ends at 7.
  • Looking up people from college on Facebook.