tomorrow i am highly intent upon photographing myself as a woman named eleanor and playing dress up rather than participating in any sort of friday night social functions. mhm.
no time for air and thats the way i like it. i havent stopped moving since fucking friday morning and probably wont get a chance to breath til wednesday, ….i like this. alot. (this isn’t sarcasm, idle time is devils play)
im also 99.9% that chromeo wrote needy girl about me. but only because im a bratt with brown eyes.
wtf was wrong with me