When you realize that you might miss your flight because of you not realizing the direction of the public transport.
And all of a sudden your eyes swell up behind your sunglasses; while on the verge of tears you try to breathe.
Everything hits you and you start thinking about your lonesome last day here. How everyone is paired off, or has great jobs, or is missed by someone, or will never be forgotten by someone.
And you realize you are none of these things. That no one has ever told you they will always remember you, that you are such an amazing person, they can’t stop smiling when they are with you.
You realize that if you miss this flight, not only will your mother shout at you for being irresponsible; but that you will have to call in “sick” to work tomorrow to get on another flight. And you only have one more “sick” day for the year, before they start taking your vacation hours (if you have them or not).
You realize that everyone’s happiness is all you long to experience in your life. you try to think of the last time you cries in front of someone- over a year. It’s because no one wants you to cry in front of them- that is what you tell yourself. But no one is ever around, or is it that there is no one you are comfortable enough in front of in life to present yourself as that vulnerable.
You haven’t eaten since yesterday and that you aren’t even hungry anymore. Masochistically you wonder how long you could go before our next meal. Then you plan the Thai/Indian/Chinese gorge feast you will order once you return to the comfort of your home.
It’s not even panic, but somehow just simply the act of you making a stupid directional mistake can change the course of your life; not jut the 40 +mins it took to get back on course.
You again start to wonder if the once close friends, people you’ve never met, people you’ve only met for a night still have a little Katia memory that runs through their mind, that makes them smile.
You are alone, and you are just so tired of doing everything on your own. Of distance and proximity being the factor of how close people get.
All you ask is that maybe sometime people think of you, possibly never forget you, and one day one lucky heart to love yours back.
But for now, you just hope you make your flight.
Flea demonstrates how we all currently feel at the house of RhymeThayer (Taken with Instagram at Minneapolis, MN)
#soundset after party in a nut shell. (Taken with instagram)
It’s 3:25 am, and NOW you want to tell me “Lover, you should’ve come over.” ? No, but really, come on, Buckley!
Homie @astronautalis rapped so hard the tornado sirens went off right after his set. #MadeItRain, #soundset #rapfam #mezzic (Taken with instagram)
I was with an artist then the tornado sirens went off, the sky was black and I ran in pellet hail. 20,000+ people running for the gates, to the long run to their cars. This is crazy.
Mezzic x Beats By Dre; CHI x LA: ladies who hustle #rapfam #soundset (Taken with instagram)
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I will never understand why guys say this to me. Also it sounds like a delicious anti-valentine day pizza. (Taken with instagram)
the “2am, just back to an empty house, just received an interview confirmation for tomorrow lets do some research and nap before the insanity begins” look
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• a stolen chicken wing started a cat fight
• there were tears
• there were sriracha cheese curds
• a guy asked me if I was having a boy or a girl - guys, the fuck makes you think you can ask a girl you don’t know that? I’m not even that fat a girl!
• people got laid
• I pulled a Ted Mosby
• there was town car
• there were rappers
Who needs a drink?
“There is Jameson in the cupboard for you.”
the best sentence my ears ever did hear after an afternoon shower.