The Way Things Are
July 2011
89 posts
I'm home alone for a week.
Both sets of parents are gone. One in Virgina, the other in State College. What do I do with myself?
“I tried to drown my sorrows but the bastards learned how to swim.”
—Frida Kahlo (via woundedyouth)
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Ow.
I feel like my joints are tearing apart from the waist down.
Ahaha no worries at all, Eva. And I agree! What's your work schedule like? I'm planning on stopping into the shop soon.
I work Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday! You should stop by!
Outside in my driveway smoking a cigarette
What happens when I’m drunk wooo
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
WHAT. YOU’RE NOT EVEN CUTE.
Geeeettinggg drunk by myself in my living room.
I feel like I’m joining a club or something?
That doesn’t make sense.
“Scars remind us where we’ve been. They don’t have to dictate where we’re going.”
I want some sushi.
Listen
Harvard: An End Weight
One day you’ll see me on parade, losing all my faith
About time for Harvard to make an appearance on my new blog.
Can’t even explain how much I love this song. Can’t even explain how much I can relate.
