Color Me Curious.

lucidnee:

bein called baby or babe by the right person is like heaven tbh

(via kushandwizdom)

There Is A Town Here Called Eureka

giantsquidandsunflowers:

I imagine everyone born in Nevada

has spent their whole lives feeling like

I Should Have Been Named Something Else.

my name only sounds right when my mom is calling me for dinner

the corners of her voice colored with frustration

because I have been late for everything since birth

I didn’t think Nevada was a real state until I was in 8th grade,

in line for a haunted corn maze on a date

with the first boy I ever had a crush on

because I didn’t spend middle school in Nevada, but in Indiana

And That Is What We Do Here but we were talking about regions,

about the spaces that are too big to be states, too small to be universes.

I thought that Nevada was a codeword for the spaces that are west of Indiana

and south of heaven but it turns out if you were to ask the Presidential candidates

or any middle school substitute teacher Nevada is a state

but in 8th grade, I could have sworn the Nevada I knew

was different than everyone else’s

and I understand that geography isn’t relative

but I’ve never had a relative in Nevada

to blame a destination for our road trips on.

With the sincerity of a once eighth grader who never sat on your front porch,

I am sorry if I am misrepresenting your beloved.

I swear on the grave I haven’t earned yet that 504 S. Prestwick Lane isn’t the whole world

I just don’t know an alternative yet.

My year 21 and 4 months boyfriend once bought me a map of The United States of America

Before he became That Boy Who Broke Up With Me at The Gym at 4:00 AM

I rolled up the map and tucked it in my closet behind the sundresses that it is too cold to wear still but didn’t throw it away because really, I did learn my lesson

And I learned quickly that Nevada is a state

And matter is a state

And states don’t change.

And states don’t matter.