dc nyc haterade, tv party, not not my diary

i was a bama for such a long time.

a fear within me grows. i might still be a bama. paranoia. i have no way of knowing. maybe in 2019, i’ll look back at my former self and see her for who she truly is.

a bama. a bama for life.

life realization.

3:30 am. lying on my side, unable to sleep. darkness, crowding around me. my face illuminated by the blue glow of my iphone screen. scrolling through my own facebook statuses from 2009.

i stop abruptly. something occurs to me.

oh my god.

i was a bama.


Why is being told that Marilyn Manson removed his lower two ribs so he could suck his own dick in middle school like a common thing why is that an experience every American child goes through i just don’t

still not sure if this is true or not and im not planning on finding out

do u ever throw some big band music on spotify and walk around manhattan with earbuds in pretending ur in a nineties romcom or nah

server jobs that ask for a picture along with your resume?

what is this, american apparel

deleted scenes is playing here on my birthday, which is some sort of sign, i think maybe a good one

dan seems terribly earnest, which i like because i am quite earnest, but no one is earnest here

the pairing of “you’re going home” and “red line, shady grove” just made me cry

why do i miss dc so much? i thought i hated it, but i guess i didn’t, or at least i don’t anymore