I wish you’ll show up someday and all this is a terrible dream.
I just want things to go back to how they were.
That’s all I want.
It’s not fair.
I’ll never understand.
I want my best friend back.
What a fantastic day/night.
Necessities for a killer Friday night/Saturday morning: Gallivant around the city. Play with dogs. Do the twist in random bars. Popcorn. Listen to the glitch mob until 6 am while perfecting the british accent with the help of a brit.
Out with the Calvin Klein model. Not mad. Not mad at all.