with a delicate dilemma… what oh what is one to do?!
itsa-lisa: this is a test… ask me a question (?) :) hahahahaha I didn’t think hitting enter would send it :/
oh isn't it ironic?
one of my coats smells like weed (and yet I didn’t even smoke) the other smells like nail polish remover (thanks lauren). and the last smells like beer (okay, my fault. damn awkwardly placed cupholders). laundry mat heeeeere I come.
it was one of those days,
those days where you wake up at 5:30 and curse your bed for being so damn warm. those days when misunderstandings take a turn for the better. those days when you can feel your heart racing from the coffee you inhaled. those days when the weather is unreal and exciting. those days when you realize you aren’t alone. those days when you realize caution isn’t the best policy. those...
the realization realized.
you must do this on your own. the impossible abyss has grown. all sense of what was, has flown.
Falling out of touch with all my/ friends are somewhere getting wasted./ Hope...– The National
it’s ever so daunting. the blank page of a gorgeous new journal. it’s something you’re going to look back on. it’s the first thing someone’s going to see if they read it. it holds so much importance…and yet, it’s also JUST the first page. the real meat and potatoes (or in my case, just the potatoes) comes later. when the journal is less of a novelty and...
you close your eyes (lies! lies!)