I forgot to properly show off my apartment, so here’s an obnoxious amount of pictures of my home.
I feel creepy crawlies on my skin. I’m convinced it is the offspring of the spider I was forced to kill only minutes ago. I’m contemplating sleeping in my car. Hm.
I keep seeing all these girls on tumblr talking about their “swim suit bodies” or their “beach bods” or whatever. And I’m all like… wow I just ate 5 seconds ago, but Imma go ahead and eat again. Only this time, twice as much. Yah. fat4lyf.
I am currently compiling a list of books to read (and re-read) to cope with my free-time at night. SEND ME ALL THE RECOMMENDATIONS. But do keep in mind that I am not particularly fond of whimsical fantasy books, so if you recommend one make it a really fucking good one. Pls. <3
*edit*
I like poetry, too.
