A flower blooms just before it dies.

b. 1988 - 20__.
Best friend. Bounce house. Billy goat. Typical Sunday afternoon. (Taken with Instagram)

Best friend. Bounce house. Billy goat. Typical Sunday afternoon. (Taken with Instagram)

Beer via straw. #first (Taken with Instagram)

Beer via straw. #first (Taken with Instagram)

Bestie’s birthday.  (Taken with Instagram)

Bestie’s birthday. (Taken with Instagram)

Texas summer thunderstorms. (Taken with instagram)

Texas summer thunderstorms. (Taken with instagram)

Sometimes it’s good to grow a tough hide, but when I hear people say that they won’t get a dog because they had one when they were a kid and it died, or that they don’t want to fall in love because it hurts too much, I’m like, ‘fuck you.’ It pisses me off to think that we’re conditioned to push away bad feelings and to think that anything that’s uncomfortable is something to be avoided. When things are really bad nowadays, I recognize the value in it because it’s me filling my quota— it’s going to make my joy more intense later.

One of my favorite bars with one of my favorite people. (Taken with Instagram at The Amsterdam Bar)

One of my favorite bars with one of my favorite people. (Taken with Instagram at The Amsterdam Bar)