i haven’t even been able to tumble lately. it’s making me more depressed. i also just realized that a good chunk of richmond may or may not have seen my boobies..cause i’m sitting right in front of the open window not giving a fuck..although now i sort of give a fuck
oh my fuck
i know what my song is right now. nayyyy my album, rather. my eyes are bloodshot i look like i poured red ink in them. i feel like i’m such a negative person sometimes.
places from my dreams really exist...
the memories are worth so much more to me
for some reason, listening to baths is making me completely care-free right now which is not the best thing in the world study-wise, but i feel great <3
i feel an auspicious ghost haunting me.
wouldn’t ya know it…adderall really is a miracle drug