I feel like I’m missing out on the fun
- Mom: "CARLY HURRY UP! BOB SEGER!"
- Both: *fangirling*
i’m forever stuck between wanting to discover loads of new music and wanting to listen to the same 4 albums over and over again
before you fall in love with me,
let me tell you that I smoke too
many cigarettes, and I would
rather watch the moon on a
Saturday night than go out and
get drunk at expensive bars with
people that don’t give a damn about me.
let me tell you that I am yesterday’s
paper throw in the garbage, unread.
I am not a romantic midnight walk
down by the park, or everlasting
roses that never wilt. I am not a
gracious ocean, but rather a humid,
filthy swamp. so before you fall in
love with me, run.
- sext: i just bought us music festival tickets
One day, just one fucking day I’d like to go about and do everything I do any other day looking like and wearing the same fucking clothes I wear literally all of the time without a single person commenting on my chest.
IT’S THERE, TRUST ME, I KNOW. IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO CONSTANTLY COMMENT ON. THEY’RE LARGE BOOBS, GET OVER IT.