my aunt and uncle are probably waking up right now.. 6:35 east coast time.
okay i just looked at my braids, they fucking suck, time to redo them.
braiding hair at 2:30~~~~ what the fuck, i am going to be an athlete tomorrow, i wish i had a soccer uniform to go with these french braids. yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i want to die
so many gorgeous wallpapers in billy elliot. i realize this everytime i watch it.
coffee tastes so fucking good right now, so fucking good. holy shit.
over a bed of a arugula place watermelon, feta, and mint allow to chill over night breezzes carve out the bodies of cucumbers refill with chilled sweetness
i need chapstick get me chapstick ahhhhh
my mom threatens to ground me for not texting her back. what.
to pack things in the cute smaller suit case, or to pack things in the duffel bag……………. ugh. white gurl problemz
i think i might be slowly dying
also, is john waters’ mustache a tattoo? imma google that shit.
doing a lot of drawings of john waters. why? he is becoming strangely adorable after recreating his bony face several times. also, he is the closet human being, i think, to the types of drawings i do without looking at anything. real creepy like.
funny things said 2dai..
“This tastes like passover in my mouth! Not Hanukkah, fucking passover!” “You’re just a tiny baby, I’m a big black man.” “OH my fucking god its the avatar monster or something from ireland in that lake!” “We weren’t hallucinating!” “You will be called closha and I will be called phoebe” “It’ll be funny...
i just want to curl up in a tiny ball and roll around abq
now its gone. what the fuck
what the fuck just happened to the dashboard. what the fuck why
:3 :3 :3 citiesunderwater: :3 :3 cellaredore: oh heerro its brad silling i like to sit in the fetal position next to finley and cry. bah bah bah bah so sad i am so sad help me