Not sure if I’m flying or falling.
I love it when you blow your wad all over my eyeballs. xo
13 hours, 22 minutes ago on On Becoming Erika Napoletano
As an epic self-loather in need of a corresponding 12 step-like program, I fight with "being enough" every day. It’s why I don’t date anyone but myself now. It’s the relationship I need the most.
But I admire you most because you bleed in public. When you share too much, when you rage triumphantly, when you stumble calculating life-math, when you shed tears in the shape of words.
Aces, beautiful lady, aces.
3 months ago on When the Tears Fall Harder and Faster than Late Summer Rain
Goddamm, Erika. All the feels. ALL THE FEELS.
"How gorgeous would it feel to know that your feelings, wants, and needs were the catalyst for a better conversation? That by daring to be brave and vulnerable, you were the reason that something in this world got better?
We were never designed to carry all of our own weight. And the myth that we’re supposed to do it our damn selves and all the damn time…well, I know down to my red-painted big toes that is the reason for much dysfunction in this twisted world we’re destined to endure.”
Right. In. The. Heart.
3 months, 1 week ago on I Don’t Think You Should Click This Post. At Least, I’m Pretty Sure. Kinda.
@Erika Napoletano I got the phrase from you! :)
4 months ago on How to Accept a Gift or How to Not Be a Jerk When Someone Gives You One
People math. Some make quantum physics out of simple addition. +1 Erika, negative infinity instructor-guy.
Fucks into Yeahs. Imagine if we were all doing that. And although my iPhone does not have Siri, if it did, I’d remove it and install Erika.
4 months, 2 weeks ago on Father of the Year: An Audioblog
My fears are far more snooty. I saw those fuckers at Whole Foods drinking kombucha.
You give me a heart-on, Erika. xo
7 months ago on Sometimes I Have Good Ideas — Others, I Have Two Ex-Husbands
With words like this, my stupid crush on you continues... I’m glad you are uniquely you, but it kinda sucks because I can’t ride bikes with you. I declare the Internets the best and worst thing ever invented.
8 months, 2 weeks ago on The Human Condition: A Short Read on a Long-Ass Subject
God. Damn. It.
There’s a virtual cornucopia of things that are the cause of my crush on you. Of course you are beautiful, I mean, who the hell would deny that? But, there are three things that cinched it:
First, you write. The kind created from a fearless authenticity that often reveals your heart in a very vulnerable ways. OMG.
Second, you are a cyclist. WTF.
But most importantly, while perusing (stalking) your Facebook photos, I happened upon a picture of your early 80’s Commodore computer tape drive. OMGWTFBBQ!
I identify in so many ways to this post. I’d swear you reached into my chest, pulled out my heart and read the pages. Geek on, @RedheadWriting , geek on.
2 years, 7 months ago on There’s Something Dead Sexy About a Geek