My mind is like an internet browser. 17 tabs are open, 4 of them are frozen and I don’t know where the music is coming from.
i would wear these as i spend my mornings at a villa in southern france
august goals:
- heal from relationships that went wrong
- be happy about small victories
- smile more
- say nice thoughts about people out loud
- begin a small project that I will work on every day of the month
- stop thinking in an “all or nothing” way
Y'all better be going to bed at a reasonable time, don’t make me tuck you in and kiss you goodnight
don’t threaten me with a good time
Last warning before I sing you a lullaby, fucker