an exploration of time

THIS! there is a really long story I could write that starts in high school and ends when the boy who is being written about below shits all over our 15 year friendship (and his own integrity).

and in the end…i just let it go.

but, there is still a little part of me that longs to see him soak in a pool of his karmic piss. so, yeah. this is probably just the beginning of him reaping what he sews.

icecreamisbetterwithafork:

Hey, how bout the time you told me that you were clearing all the room mates out of your house, and creating a space to make room for family and that “next phase” in your life?

And then hey, how bout that time you designed a beautiful engagement ring, asked my parents for their permission,…