I swear to God, sugar, I will do everything I can in my power to be yours forever.
Let me never forget how amazing my 18th birthday was.
My birthday weekend kicked off with a bang as I served Rupert Grint on the drive-thru. This weekend has the potential of being fucking awesome.
My love is perfect, but he should not be allowed on facebook.
Is my space bar not working? No, it is. Ok.
On a more unfortunate note, I took yet another sick day today. I feel like I will die. I won’t, but still.
My first Sunday off in 10 months has turned into the biggest pile of horseshit ever. I have never been so bored, aggrevated and infuriated. Omg.
It is absolutely ridiculous how I am contemplating absolutely thwarting my Oxford interview due to love. If things go way beyond what I expected, this is going to be a classic heart vs. head situation. My fuck.
Oh ok. Just an interview for Oxford University.
There is nothing embarassing about you. If you spat on my hand I would eat it. Don’t believe me? Do it.
I will eat you.
I really want to commemorate the anniversary and listen to MBDTF, but my coccoon is asleep, and he’s just so perfect and my life.