there were so many beautiful hidden treasures this past weekend.
can’t i
just stay in bed and listen to pretty songs and eat banana sandwiches and write nonsensical, meaningless things in my journal all day? I don’t see what the problem is.
Oh wait, I have to work. Work is considerably more miserable when I have to wear pants on 89 degree days. On a happier note, I’ve spent all night looking at apartments.
1 year ago - 
3
3 
1 year ago - 21
21
