The eyeliner fades. The songs stick. Long live 2007.
At the end of the day, I’m going to give you what you need, not what you THINK you want, cause barista privilege.
I overanalyze the last interaction I’ve had with nearly every important figure in my life and what it means for us. I’ll project ideas into the future.
Jane and Tarzan are a prime example of what can happen when we stop sucking at relationships and just accept that “we’re not that different at all.”
He lives with me, here in this apartment. I can hear his voice through the walls. Sometimes it shouts; other times it coos with affection.
Life is nothing but one experimental music phase after the other.
12. Long distance feels like forgotten birthdays and unread text messages.
Utilize the alone time and watch every sad movie on Netflix you can think of, because no one is around to see you cry.
The middle seat is your domain.
Writing isn’t talking. I don’t even have to open my mouth for you to know exactly what I think.