January 2010
Sundays
For the next eight hours, I’ve got a date with the couch and five seasons of Grays Anatomy. And after that, it’ll be Tom Petty and Sylvia Browne.
Oh, how I love Sundays.
Sometimes I get lazy
And I take my socks off with my toes underneath my covers. I just crawled into bed and my feet had sea of missing socks to welcome them.
fffffuuuuuuuuu.
“Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity? I hate to bug you in the middle of...”
– Oh, how I love Alanis.
“Eyes wide open, naked as we came. One will spread our ashes ‘round the...”
“Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole. Just like a faucet that leaks...”
“I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time. And it...”
A cup of this, Death Cab, Snow Patrol, and piles upon piles of Global Studies and Biology studying.
I’ll be here all night.
“I don’t mind it. I don’t mind at all. It’s like you’re...”
hahahahahaha
“I want black drapes for my windows. It’ll be nice and dark in here.” “Well why don’t I just Sheetrock it over then!?” “Because I LIKE the sunlight when I’m in a GOOD mood!” ”..WHEN THE FUCK IS THAT?!”
postsecret
meh
“Hold up, hold on. Don’t be scared. You’ll never change what’s...”
– Oasis
