i coulda sworn i vowed to never go back to doin what im doin right now.






still love home tho <3

im sick of being sick. i need mucinex. and my throat is killing me.


and why have i still been unable to adjust to this time difference bullshit? i cant fall asleep at all before 3 am and even then its with the aid of nighttime cold meds. and i dont wake up until atleast 130 in the afternoon.



UGH.


and its a blizzard outside.

And the bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more, you're all good.

im going to stay in bed all day. and watch movies.
and be lazy.

and sleep.

Trouble travels fast
When you’re specially designed for crash testing
Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon
Come on and tell us what you’re trying to prove

Because it’s a battle when you dabble in war
You store it up, unleash it, then you piece it together
Whether the storm drain running rampant just stamp it
And send it to somebody who’s pretending to care

Just cash in your blanks for little toy tanks
Learn how to use them, then abuse them and choose them
Over conversations relationships are overrated
“I hated everyone” said the sun

And so I will cook all your books
You’re too good looking and mistooken
You could watch it instead
From the comfort of your burning beds
…Or you can sleep through the static

if for some reason i ever die by way of jumping out of something i want my tomb stone to read this : "basically what we have here is a dreamer. someone out of touch with reality. when she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly."

slipping.