Get it? Pun-ny:

gaylor goes home (9:10:32 PM): I CAN'T HELP IT
gaylor goes home (9:10:41 PM): STRESS IS MY LAST NAME
just need light (9:10:49 PM): Ruth Stress.
gaylor goes home (9:10:58 PM): yes
gaylor goes home (9:11:04 PM): it flows, right?
just need light (9:12:02 PM): completely
just need light (9:12:15 PM): you need to marry someone with the last name Edout
just need light (9:12:20 PM): because then your name would be
just need light (9:12:24 PM): Ruth Stress-Edout
gaylor goes home (9:12:30 PM): LOLOLOLOLOL
just need light (9:12:43 PM): i basically win at life.
gaylor goes home (9:12:45 PM): you're quite punny this week
just need light (9:12:48 PM): i really am.
gaylor goes home (9:13:00 PM): HAHA GET IT LIKE FUNNY

I made the best joke today:

Ruth: I took the SAT today, my essay sucked though.
Me: So how was your T?
Ruth: Huh?
Me: Get it? Your S-A sucked, but how was your T?

there's a light on in chicago:

I love my life right now. I love spending time with my friends. I love being happy. I don't want this to change.

I'm scared. Because I feel good now but I know once it gets colder, I'll crash.

I want to feel alive like this forever.

You're on your own tonight:

There's something massively amazing about art for me. I'm so calmed down by art.

I can't wait until next Thursday.

and don't fly fast, on pilot can you help me? can you make this last?

This plane is all I've got so keep it steady now, because every inch I see is bruised

I'm hurting. Badly. More than I can really say, you know. I miss her voice already. I miss the way I can call her and be like, "Kate did this today, what does Delaney think about that?"

I miss the way she could tell me everything I wanted to hear, and I didn't have to ask. I miss her way too much, and it's only technically been thirteen hours.

Only 700 or so to go.

It hurts. It aches. I want to sleep but I can't for the life of me make myself tired.

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes that I am not there. I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this, like every inch of me is bruised.

an actual conversation between two legit lunatics:

just need light (9:59:28 PM): i gotta go bb
gaylor goes home (9:59:37 PM): k bye bbgun
just need light (9:59:53 PM): text sexxxqueen?
just need light (9:59:59 PM): that makes you sound like a porn star.
gaylor goes home (10:00:07 PM): LMAO WTF
gaylor goes home (10:00:18 PM): go to sleep, you're a lunatic
gaylor goes home (10:00:23 PM): text me
just need light (10:00:27 PM): i don't think sleep will really fix that.
gaylor goes home (10:00:29 PM): sext messages
gaylor goes home (10:00:36 PM): don't text me those ahaha
just need light (10:00:48 PM): n. i'll text you xxxtra love.
just need light (10:00:51 PM): messages.
gaylor goes home (10:01:00 PM): well ok
gaylor goes home (10:01:08 PM): bye bye now
just need light (10:01:15 PM): and remember. i love you more than all the boysss.
just need light (10:01:20 PM): k gurl?
gaylor goes home (10:01:39 PM): OMG YEAH HOES BEFORE BROS
just need light (10:01:45 PM): I IS NOT A HO.
gaylor goes home (10:01:45 PM): BYE LOVER
just need light (10:01:57 PM): BYE REVOL
gaylor goes home (10:01:59 PM): yaaaa
gaylor goes home (10:02:05 PM): REVOL?
just need light (10:02:10 PM): LOVER, BACKWARDS.
just need light (10:02:21 PM): BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO WEIRD TO BE FORWARDS.
gaylor goes home (10:02:31 PM): OMG
just need light (10:02:36 PM): WUT.
gaylor goes home (10:02:37 PM): OMG
just need light (10:02:40 PM): WUT?!
gaylor goes home (10:02:42 PM): <3 LUBBBSSS
gaylor goes home (10:02:47 PM): HAHAHA I'M BACKASSWARDS
gaylor goes home (10:02:52 PM): YOUR MOTHA
gaylor goes home (10:02:57 PM): GET OFFLINE NOW
just need light (10:03:13 PM): NO.
just need light (10:03:16 PM): WELL OKAY.
just need light (10:03:19 PM): AFTER I BLOG THIS.
gaylor goes home (10:03:21 PM): K BYESSSS
gaylor goes home (10:03:30 PM): OK HOORAY
gaylor goes home (10:03:35 PM): BLAH BLAH BLOG
gaylor goes home (10:03:40 PM): HOW BOUT THAT BLOG
gaylor goes home (10:03:46 PM): BLOGGERS MAKE BETTER LOVERS
gaylor goes home (10:03:59 PM): blog in a bog with the fog and a hog
gaylor goes home (10:04:13 PM): jog while you blog!
just need light (10:04:18 PM): LMFAO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
gaylor goes home (10:04:24 PM): I WANT TO GO TO VAGINALAND
gaylor goes home (10:04:30 PM): BYE

you can breathe but the air is running out:

Step back.

Imagine one of the most important people in your life. Imagine them being ripped away from you, if only for a month. Imagine them being your oxygen, one thing that keeps you alive. Imagine living without that person. Imagine imagining living without them for a month. Imagine having no idea how they'll be doing, or having any way to find out.

Don't complain, you see, that I'm not going to be spending time with you. Oh trust me baby, I'll need you more than ever.

I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry because it wasn't intentional. It was me hurting. Gasping. Aching.
Being torn apart and trying to sew myself together, all while you pick away at what's left. You pointed out my flaws. Pointed out hers. I love you, but I love her too. Don't make me choose.

I love her more than you could imagine, just like I love you.

I'm barely breathing, but I'm trying. I'm trying so damn hard because I can't let myself fall apart. Not now. I need to be strong. For her.

For you.