i hate being alone.
i begged him to just come take a nap at my house because it was closer to his work and i wanted some company.
literally i just want someone here.
i should get a dog.
This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?(via neuksei)
i have a paper due today, a quiz on a chapter of a book that i just ordered 3 minutes ago and rent is due tomorrow but the apartments website is down and what in the hell is a money order?
bye oh my god
at Hotel Vegas last night.
this one dude looked like Blake Anderson mixed with Brooks from The Growlers.
I’m sorry that i have bitch face when I’m just getting over a hangover and having no makeup on at the grocery store like don’t be rude to me just because I’m not smiling at the fucking checkout.
i think i really do hate being alone.
i threw up last night.
i spent too much on alcohol.
im feel in really sad right now.
i miss my home.
The view from the tree-house at my parents house in northern Wisconsin. One fall I slept out here from October through mid-December. It is a wonderful feeling to fall asleep with a view out over the lake listening to the loons call.