journaling on post-its: rainy friday
I could sit with my best friend for hours and it’s as if time stops. There is something comforting about someone knowing you for so long and knowing who you are at your core. All of your quirks and habits and flaws. Family is deeper than blood, shared DNA, it’s loving someone because they are just a part of all the things that make you who you are. My family is determined by my blood and also my choosing. I keep them close despite distance because they all make up the skeleton that protects who I am.
This is the love that is my BIFFLE. Yes, that’s right, this entry happens to be about ME. Uh huh. So, be jealous Tumblr. Oh yea.
Cupcakes I made for Anais a few weeks ago because SOMEONE made her sad (hint: it wasn’t me, GABE). For all who weren’t there, they made her happy. But, you know, that’s just what chocolate and sugar do for a girl. I love Anais.
My best friend is ridiculous. She made a tumblr for the sole purpose of following me and harassing my man. I love her.
I am awesome.
HELLO, TUMBLR
This is a shoutout to Gabe to say that even I can use tumblr so you should get to work on those posts.



