for my next trick…
i’m going to attempt to design a whole sketchbook in indesign for my final major project deadline tomorrow…
drunk.
huzzah!
‘my nipples feel like they’ve been pierced…’
i’m horrible to him :)
i’m tempted to make a password protected blog about something going on in my life right now.
because all i want to do is write and write and write about him, but i can’t.
we’re not ‘normal’, this isn’t ‘normal’. but i’m so fucking happy right now and this feels so fucking right with every ounce of my being.
so fucking smitten.
:) :) :)
pet <3
you finish work in four minutes.
i really shouldn’t have text you a couple hours earlier, now i’ve let myself get all worked up and i’m getting ready for the disappointment.
i shouldn’t have eaten so much for dinner. i want to throw up. i’m scared. i hate this feeling. why do i give a shit so much?
