whenever i see high schoolers writing college AUs in which the characters have lots of time to hang out whenever they want to and go to all kinds of fun parties and never do homework i just. i laugh. softly. sweet summer children.
Lost in thought? Not lost. Not anymore. Used to hear my thoughts inside my skull with the same tone. In a voice that sounds like you. I can’t get you out of my head. [x]
i feel like i should take a picture of the stuff i got for being “rockstar of the month”* at work, because it’s all very ‘stuff your weird great-aunt who only kind of knows you would buy you from a drugstore and/or big lots’ in a hilariously endearing way**.