Give me Jason Lee, for my vagina.
I don’t like this Miranda woman on big fat quiz of the year.
fluent-in-sarcasm: o-k-e: leonie and emily need to come back to lincoln so that we can get pizza and smoke and paint our nails and watch clever films and listen to bad music etceteraetcetera I’M BACK ON THE 30TH. LET’S GET DRUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNK This is literally all I want in life right now! The 30th needs to be tomorrow
Someone should tell my idiotic step family that it’s rude to talk about people as soon as they leave a room, in their own fucking house. Maybe mention that a room connected by a small hallway with both doors open isn’t the best place to do such a thing. Way to ruin my extremely fucking short time at home.
I wish I was home. I hate being in Lincoln without a friend or company, all I do is cry, drink tea and go to work. Then repeat. I’m exhausted from not sleeping due to being uncomfortable and unsettled.
“I’m offering you my body and you’re offering me semantics”
sugarspill: THANK YOU!!! A commentary on the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. I recently just had that happen to me.
My biggest regret from my first few weeks or months in Lincoln is not seeking out proper female company who I genuinely click with. I need girl time.
Every Time I Die tomorrow is the perfect cure for this horrible week.