i always fall in love in the loneliest places.
i want batman to be my boyfriend.
fucking jesus christ.
thinking about:
- moving and how amazing my room is going to be. buying pot plants, putting up my posters, sleeping in my own bed for the first time in 4 months
- boys boys boys boys. seeing some for the first time since awkward times. new ones on the horizon. learning to say no and yes at the right times.
- having money tomorrow. not spending it all. buying records.
- only three weeks left of holidays.
- seeing my best friend this week.
- boys. boys. boys. boys. boys.
i can not wait to not be homeless. dreaming of it. Cannot wait till the 25th, shall be better than christmas. all my books, all my books.
yay
gigs galore next week. Maybe my star sign was right and I need to do some self preening.
Time 2 go fishing.
(Source: ball-of-wool, via moremoney-morestars)
watching american psycho, doing the dishes.
i feel like:
- being alone
- my life being sorted out
- not spending money
- owning more clothes
- meeting nice boys
- having a bedroom
- having a routine
- nicer wine
- not smoking so much
- booty calls
- being in a lukewarm bath up to my chin
- being able to actually hold conversations with people again
- winning at sonic racing.
i feel weird. because i’ve never been so caught up on a boy after knowing him for such a short time. maybe because he never wants to see me again, and i’m usually the one saying the goodbyes.
