how did i get so drunk?
also, why do i assume that the guys I meet are gay? and why do i give them my number?
I am so over this place.
I would really love to hop in the car I don’t have, play my music so fucking loud, and drive so far and for so long
When did everything become so confusing?
And why does it all hurt so very bad?
Lets hope my computer stays together this time
so much weed. so many waffles.
why must you test me so much?
Gillian Welch concert blew my mind.
Nothing in the world beats living in the moment and enjoying the hell out of some incredible music, and it helps that my lovely mother was sitting right next to me. She told me the last time she was at the concert hall we went to she saw Joan Baez perform, my mom is awesome.