My boyfriend is sick. I’ve been as best of a nurse as I can be.
23 years of age. Learning arabic. Full o' love.
I’m happy. I’m in a happy place.
It’s been a while, tumblr. How are you?
In a weird As Tall As Lions place.
Friend: never have I ever used lube.
Roommate: … Have you ever been in a relationship that was just dyyyying?
Just wrapping presents & downloading old Christmas movies for my Christmas party tomorrow. I’m excited.
I’m not tired of seeing posts about the shooting because its getting old.
I’m tired of seeing posts about the shooting because it makes me endlessly and impossibly sad.
No matter how old I am I still feel too young.
I literally have to be up in an hour and a half.
I don’t really see the point in going to bed at this point to be honest.
It’s going to be the longest
I have to be up in 2 1/2 hours and I still have to take a shower and get my clothes together for tomorrow, my mom’s graduation.
I am either going to OD on coffee or die of exhaustion tomorrow.
Gonna fucking unload on the first asshole who posts a status hoping that gun control won’t be attacked.
Can you please just take a fucking MOMENT to not care about your agenda?
time to drown myself in my pillows.
maybe I’ll be able to sleep, maybe not.
Even when I’m impossibly sad, my dog wagging his tail lightly in his sleep makes me so happy.
I wonder what he’s dreaming about?