sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
" no, i won’t bring too much of anything—
maybe a little slicker for the rain.
maybe just a good book and a heart to break.
i’ll make a mistress of a little wiccan thing ”
You guys I’m in Disney World and this afternoon my blood sugar dropped so low I got separated from my family and somehow bought an ice cream and then blacked out and woke up on a bench with chocolate sauce all over my arms and Mickey Mouse putting a cold towel on my head this truly is a magical place.
i do this out of love. and to add to my over growing scrap book of moments with my friends!
i guess i can handle that if it’s for the sake of the scrapbook.
who even gets up at 6am by choice??? what does the world even have to offer at 6am???? the answer is nothing