Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
There’s a shirt in my suitcase that I keep meaning to burn but I'm afraid of fire. I want to break something just to see if it’s everything it’s cracked up to be. I wake up and tell myself that it can always get worse. When I was little I thought success meant talking in a British accent. I love you like I used to set my clocks—ten minutes ahead of time.