me: boys……..how bout em
boys: *appear*
Facebook just reminded me that in my second year of my career at my very strict and conservative college, I helped my friend who lived in the corner unit on the ground floor of our dorm to organize a mixed-sex sleepover (we had floor hours, right, so this was forbidden). we literally played video games and ate candy as quietly as we could so as not to get caught. I think the boys all ended up crashing before we did? at any rate it was Foreshadowing and my life makes more sense every day
I should just stamp PARENTAL ADVISORY on my forehead
I really enjoy writing melodramatic poetry
nobody kiss me right now!!!!! my upper lip smells like cheese bagel!!!!!!
I keep making snarky posts and then deleting them. this is my online legacy
me: in love with everyone who is fictional, taken, and/or bad for me
so fucking English rn with my cheese and onion pastie and my lemon black tea
ask me like one of your French girls
Augusstttt
You are a fantastic mix of creative and career minded. You are terribly successful and fun and easily the most dedicated writer I’ve ever known (and remember, I am personally acquainted with some Big Name Authors). You have this hugely popular thing that you could brag about constantly, but you’re actually really low-key and cool about it and that’s kind of impressive.
u have to sit on some soft grass or, a mattress in the sun sometimes to give your shadow a soft place to rest. she’s always on that pavement.. cement.. floorboards.. it’s not good for her
I want everyone 2 know I was on lethal amounts of Benadryl when I made this post.