happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back She hid around corners and she hid under beds She killed it with kisses and from it she fled With every bubble she sank with a drink and washed it away down the kitchen sink The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming so you better run Run fast for your mother run fast for your...
need the weekend. need cuddling and studying and sleeping in until 3 and staying up until 5 and lazy clothes and to be glued to my biology book and to eat soup and sleeping in an itty bitty bed and 5 hour bus rides to catch up on movies 35 motherfuckin hours <3
my biology prof wears a head mic to speak in class because this is a 300 person classroom. Every time i get bored I imagine him singing and dancing to a Britney Spears song. It makes my life a little easier.