They say that I'm a river
Will I be the last to know?
*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
i want to be slutty but only with one person u feel me
some people’s voices are just very appealing. you can’t explain it. there is no way to describe it. it’s just like. how. why. why does your voice do things to me. why does it make me feel things. why. how. why
I was having one of those days where shit just consistently sucks.
Like boys are overwhelming and i’m super broke and about to start my 5th job plus school and my mom sent me back to madison with shit tons of chocolate but noooo lettuce. Since lettuce is the most solvable of my problems, i biked off to fresh market. And bought some.
And when I was leaving, about to kick off on my bike this incredibly attractive tall man was walking towards me. I looked over at him and he caught my eye and smiled at me and said “hey beautiful”. And I smiled back and choked out a “heyyy” as I was biking away but that’s really all it took to make my day ten times brighter.
So. Moral of the story: When you have 1241342 problems just go buy food (doesnt have to be lettuce) since you always need more of that.
And also, if you happen to be a tall, attractive man, remember to call distressed looking girls on bicycles beautiful every once in a while. Sweet lil things like that make the world go round.