Day 533. I fear I shall never recover from Renaissance. Its sound has colored the blood that runs through my veins. Like the antidote to a snake bite, the end of my suffering can only be derived of the very venom that plagues me, aka Beyoncé please drop act mothafuckin 2
One good thing about the way life seems to accelerate the older you get, with meaningless days melting into cursory weeks melting into wasted years, is that it feels like your hair grows faster than it did when you were younger!
My bestie’s future husband just sent me his vows for approval (smart) and my only note was “if you’re going to include a bible verse, then you also have to include a frank ocean verse”
Just got ice cream with my friends in San Diego and they opted to get it to-go, drive home, and THEN eat it. California is such a deeply fucked up place