as I sit hear, switching between listening to music and watching blue valentine, I can’t help but wish I was somewhere else.  I want to be outside, I want to be surrounded by loving and laughing people.  I want to be bundled in blankets, and then throw them when we get up and dance. I want hard cider, and a cigarette. Sounds perfect to me.

(Source: Spotify)

at the weirdest times I’m infused with inspiration.

I feel like I’m failing.

I want dunky eggs and toast right now. gimme, gimme.

avoiding homework, watching mad men, and eating popcorn.

…no fucks given.

and the popcorn fumes are burning my eyes. halppp.

I want Olivia Palermo and Alexa Chung’s wardrobe. please.

to whomever just sent me that video, I’m here for you… Contact me on here or anything, I’m always here to listen and talk.

Thank you, and hang in there darling.

at this moment, I don’t know how to feel.

fuck.

chuggin’ away at this awful paper in the basement of my school while listening to concentration binaural beats.

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the attractive man across the street is walking his dog again. I should say “hi.”

I’m always feeling forgotten. always.

nothing good can only be good. I’m stressed. and I’m stupid.

just a casual conversation in class, about class.