The fact that I still think about the boys who were complete shitheads to me in the shower or really, any time because they were great fucks is a problem. What is wrong with me
Man I really want to go Osheaga Festival up in Montreal…
fuck if this past weekend wasn’t the best weekend of my life at coachella
Ok Above & Beyond you’ve played this Group Therapy thing long enough please lets move on to the next things.
I have quite a lot of lip products: lipsticks, glosses, balm hybrids, lip stains blahblahblah and even though I wear a full face of make-up less than 10% of the time, I’m at the point in my life where I consciously make an effort to use every single effin lip product at least once in a fortnight so that no product will go to waste. That for me, is me “achieving” things. It’s a sense of productivity for me since the rest of my life is so poorly off the rails.
Introspective ramblings from a faded high
and tonight I was I was naked on top of you.
Wish I was naked under you right now.
one more week till I’m Coachella bound.
I think about you too much
Yikes online shopping is dangerous at 7 in the morning…
I’ve become obsessed with acquiring Despicable minion figurine/action figures whatever they’re called to put on my desk.
cheez-its a and pizza would be great right now
crush it, rail it, shut the fuck up