I kind of don’t want to do anything this entire year just in case the world actually ends. I basically have a reverse case of the “What would you do if you had one day to live?” thing. I wouldn’t do anything, because nothing I did would matter.
I think a bug bit me behind my ear. Either that or I have a pimple behind my ear. I actually hope there is a bug in my bed that’s biting my head while I sleep, because I’m too ashamed to admit to myself that I have a pimple behind my face.
I’ve been in a really good mood for the past 48 hours. This is a record.
Nothing could ever be so attractive as she was in those in-between moments. The second that it took to put her hair in a pony tail. Bending down to slip on a pair of shoes. The way she grinned between each of our kisses as if to say “We’re accomplishing something.”