sometimes I’m like “heck no, I don’t want a man. they are time consuming, they eat too much, they burp loud and smell funny, they hog the bed and the remote, and they think that i think that tickling is ok and just… NO.”
but then in my mind i’m like “i need a man. MENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMENMEN.”
it’s a sad life.
|Me during the day:||I'm so tired oh my gosh I can't wait to go to bed tonight|
|Me during the night:||Let's download the top 100 songs from the 90s and listen to them all while writing a novel and watching an entire season of something and maybe rearrange my room all while painting my nails, shopping for random crap and eating the entire fridge|
if gatsby wrote a letter to nick it would be addressed to “old sport” because i firmly believe gatsby doesnt know nicks name
|my mom:||you do realize that one day you will have to pay for all your own things|
|me:||yes but today is not that day|
You never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.