why sleep when you can lie down on a feather bed and listen to broadway and the blues all night
i just found my freshman year journal hoooo boy
why wouldn’t you want to be my friend.
you probably think i’m a square because i just used the word ‘square’ as a non-physical characteristic.
i think my closet is like the void underneath the passenger seat from Wristcutters
because after i got home from Emerson, i just shoved all of my suitcases in there instead of unpacking them, and i haven’t seen them since
coincidentally, i think the summer i learn how to cook and the summer i learn how to operate a fire extinguisher shall be the very same summer.
i spent five hours in a car with a desk lamp pressing into my shoulder, and now i’ll spend eternity with a lightbulb-shaped dent in my skin.
i want a giant bean bag chair for my studio apartment next year, like one of those monster ones that fills the entire room.
no bed
no couch
no floor
only bean bag.
just so we’re clear, if everyone following me as of this moment gave me one dollar apiece, i’d have enough money to buy two of the largest bean bag chairs available on the market with a little extra left for popcorn.
think about that for a second. think about all of the movie nights that aren’t happening right now but totally could be.
my favorite little brown purse can fit a DVD exactly inside of it, lengthwise.
