waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
it’s so weird to listen to music thru headphones after seeing the artist in concert because it’s faceless like they were right there singing to you but now they are not..where did u come from..where did u go
Everyday I’m like “today imma get my shit together” and by the end of the day I’m like “tomorrow is the day for real.”