Things I like about my roommate.
She askes me to go to dinner with her and then sits with someone else.
So therefore, I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my...– Jack Kerouac (via suzywire)
Oh, these feelings of inadequacy.
Time and time again you haunt me with thinking I’ll never be good enough.
You asked me why I loved you.
you already knew that you make me feel alive, so that tells me you read my blog, so I will make you a list…in the morning when I’m sober.
I like to drink Guiness.
I’m out at indian summer, drinking guiness in an empty room where people normally dance. I tought people would be out and I could just jump in their party, but no one is here. I’ll probably wander down the street and find a few bars until one of the three people I texted earlier responds with a no. I don’t go out and party as much as I used to so its difficult to finnd people...
I am alive.
I don’t know how to express this right now, but he does have my heart.