Suffice it to say, getting essays back with negative comments on them immediately throws me into a terrible funk.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to watch Blue is the Warmest Color or Les Intouchables and just now I thought of Beasts of the Southern Wild and now I’m really in a pickle
(also I just played Dreams on the uke and sang it and it wasn’t so bad)
Ugh someone talk to me
So here I was, halfway under the covers, inwardly whining about the half-finished French homework in front of me, knowing I wouldn’t be doing my run today, and you show up for the first time all weekend. I get to see your perfect face. Get to revel in impossible you, for just half an hour. Then you have to go, and next thing I know I’m polishing off mile three.
This is what you do to me.