Don’t Google yourself. Because you’ll find a stranger walking around with your name, but doing it better. Like, playing-with-sloths-in-Costa-Rica better.
Me: “I have so much homework.” *drinks bottle of wine*
crystalindulgence: I hate how if a woman has sex with a bunch of guys she’s considered a slut, but if a guy does the exact same thing, he’s ‘gay’
I’m deathly afraid of waking up one day and realizing that I never accomplished the feasible goals I set for myself. Countless images conjure the inner, potential photographer within me… creative writing is trampled by academic deadlines… foreign languages remain just that… but I continually reserve those aspirations for “tomorrow.”
Last night, a less than respectable man walked into my workplace and stole my purse. My coworkers immediately responded, and we proceeded to chase him almost ten blocks until he dropped it from his jacket and was arrested soon thereafter. I learned that I work with some of the most vigilant and remarkable individuals. He learned that you don’t fuck with Margaritas.
thogood asked: I miss you! I hope everything is going well for you, lady. (: