Lover(s) You, soft and lonely
You, soft and lonely
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Tonight is my last night living in the suburbs so I figured I should stick around to see friends and what not but there is nothing to do and no one to see.  Typical.  I’m spending my night painting my nails with glitter and listening to Grimes and drawing and writing notes, I feel like I should do something with my last night here, you know?  I can’t wait for tomorrow, this town is a waste.

Woke up too early today but I don’t mind.

Please kill me, please kiss me.

I may or may not have stolen borrowed my friend Tyler’s earring because I want to be a cool boy like him.  Also this picture makes my mouth look ridiculously big…or maybe I just have big lips.  Whichever.

I spent 4 hours round trip driving in horrible traffic just to fill out an application for a job I won’t get and all I want to do now is sleep.

Sweating and drinking too much coffee while applying for jobs.  God Chicago summers are brutal.

I can’t believe it’s already tomorrow since yesterday, the night time went so quickly.  My mom is out of town so I had a party last night and although it was fun I’m glad I won’t be having a bunch of people over again tonight.  Luke is coming back at some point so we can just sit around and re-hydrate and play Skyward Sword and such.  I bought groceries and cleaned the house for the first time in months yesterday and I’m eager to eat well and drink lots of water and lounge around the house trying to feel well again.  My mom comes back home tomorrow night and I’m dreading it.  I can’t wait to move out.  I feel like I will be much more productive/less depressive when I’m no longer living with my family…then again I mainly live inside my head anyway so maybe living on my own will only allow me to slip deeper into it without any responsibilities besides work to pull me out.  It could go either way I suppose.  I hope you’re having a lovely weekend.

The sun is dancing in my room and I am sprouting wings from my back.

(Source: Flickr / sincerelymisskasik)


Luke’s apartment gets lots of light and his shirt is very soft.
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