This song is stuck in my head more often than not.
Yesterday I saw a picture of a bear without fur. Life has no longer has meaning.
Inappropriately appropriate →
Can I just wake up in my bed?
bettynerdgirl: Facebook is so weird. Like, I used to meet people, lose touch with them and then wonder whatever happened to them. Fantasize little mini-lives for them - spouses, haircuts, jobs. But now I can know. And sometimes that’s oddly unsatisfying.
I’m getting off of my ass. I feel like if I write it, it’ll happen. I’ve lost all motivation. I don’t feel like there’s any reason to get out of bed. I need to find a job. I’d like to move to Manchester by spring time. I’ve had more opportunities for modeling but I don’t feel like I fit into the persona they’re looking for, it’s easy...
live life. no rules.
I’ve been having so much fun being single, going out to dinner with cute boys, laying on floors listening to music, cuddling, real conversation, and ridiculous amounts of laughter, who needs one boy when you can have like nine?
my cat is literally the only thing i give a shit about