I was sleepwalking on a bubble when you came and popped it.
By the time I drifted to your arms you had a carriage waiting, horse-drawn and lined with velvet.
I was warned to say away, but my hair was turning grey and all I’d ever wanted was a lover.
Someone to censor my own thoughts from my brain and keep me eternally sane.
How could I resist someone so delightful.
Soon you had consumed me. Gobbled me down like cake on your birthday that you weren’t sharing.
I didn’t know what to do.
I was yours and I was like a jellyfish. Spineless.
I was flopping all over the place, falling further and further into the black hole of love.
But as quickly as my dream began it was snatched back.
Like a hooker being thrown out I hit the pavement with a smack. I felt the whole world shake. It was an earthquake of heartbreak.
And though I don’t quite know what it means to feel alright, I think that things will get there someday, whether I’m alone or not.

My Japanese final is tomorrow and I didn’t study at all~
oh nuuuuu.

Does anyone else watch their local television station and laugh at all of the creeps that live in their town? Because I know I do, all night.

The awkward moment when I have the same bedspread as Madison Pettis and know it. 

I was just like “Nooo…”

I don’t think you’re “cute”, I don’t think anything’s “cute” except my dog and my bed.