So my boyfriend waltzes in playing the guitar, and I ignore him, until he starts singing in a high pitched voice “Muffins…. Muffins”
ANd I LOOK UP TO SEE THIS:
BEST. THING. EVER.
HES GOING TO HATE ME SHHHHHHSH OMG
"Have we already run out of things to say?
not aging like wine,
going flat like soda.”
…I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.
I can. I will.
I’m f*cking resentful and angry today and I’m damn well allowed to feel that way.
home-made tattoos ; wildflowers with galaxy spores on karlee ; melbourne, 2013
traded for a house-plant & tailoring a dress.