My name is Chelsea. 22, post-collegiate life. My weaknesses include craft beers, bearded men, and the Oxford comma.

Tonight I drank my Sierra Nevada at a bar housing boys with full sleeve tattoos while I munched on sweet potato tator tots with garlic maple sauce and I have to tell you it was glorious

Can I be a professional music video concept creator?

(Source: postbluebeats)

The Sound of Paper Rubbing Together

I don’t remember what I said out loud, but
He replied, “I’m down with that.”
He’s reading The Hobbit.
A book I always found too dense
With history.
He likes it like one of those
War documentaries he always plays but I
Never watch.
The novel,
With its cover’s corners pulled apart,
Revealing its paper white insides like,
An eye looking up,
Exhales in time with his slow blinks.
The page turns.

He wears his shoes in bed.
That’s why I sit in the chair.