Follow your bliss.
Jameson on the the rocks and a cigarette, please.
My bones are aching.
Graduating from school, new job, amazing friends, an incredibly supportive family and a wonderful boyfriend. Everything in my life feels so right. Goddamn, I feel genuinely happy.
Fuck it, ABBA.
“hi i love you im drunk i can’t wait to have your babies your cooler than ofwgkta i love you” I LOVE YOU, TOO <3 (That was the opening sentence to a letter I woke up to this morning.)