February 2012
Urgh, the things I would do to you..
Sex.
I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from...
– Sylvia Plath, written in 1949 at age 17
Anonymous asked: how was your unofficial date? :)
Kinda craving a spliff. Though the rents are still awake.. I may just sleep it off.
A day full of ups and downs: An unofficial date, Dad was in a car accident (He’s fine thankfully, though the car is fucked beyond repair), met Fearne Cotton, made dinner.
Bed time soon.