Tuesday, 4:08 PM
I would like to congratulate you, for whatever you’ve done recently and been too scared, too proud, too cowardly to discuss or bleat out into the world. We all have those things, that don’t feel good when you speak them aloud - I have one, but I will cut my leg off in the wilderness/the parking lot of an AM/PM before I talk about it with anyone but my Mom. She gave birth to me. She’s honest about hairstyles and new jeans.
So congratulations to you. For doing that, for saying it, feeling it, leaving it, going through it, meeting it, whatever. Maybe you ate one of those burgers that costs fifty dollars and is meant for 4-5 people. Maybe you kicked someone in the face and threw their belongings out of your car while they watched, breathing in exhaust. You did something great. One of many things to come. Keep it up. 2k12. Beyonce birthed Blue Ivy, you birthed Triumph. Triumph Ombre Carter.
