I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or...– The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via quote-book)
I would never be that self again. I was drowning in you. I would keep going back...– The Disappeared
Having an attic bedroom definitely has perks. All I can hear is the rain currently thrashing all over our roof.
Things I am craving: -A dairy queen blizzard. - Being able to watch Tarzan, Clueless, and/or Titanic. -No more homework -Snuggles with my love
SO TIRED. It’s 3 in the morning, I’ve been analyzing Community (the tv show) and writing about the cultural stereotypes since around 6 pm and I’m pretty sure everything I’m typing is going to sound like mush in the morning. But whatever, as long as I get it done. I refuse to fail this class, waste the credits and time, and drop my GPA. No fucking way. Someone needs to...