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HELP ME i cant get His Name Is Lancelot OUT OF MY HEAD
This is my last day in Boston and I’ve fallen so in love with this city, ZI love everything about it (except the fact that the windows don’t open in this apartment) and i made a friend in the week before i was supposed to leave. I love cities, I love being surrounded by activity and movement and art and LIFE, and now I have to go back to my hometown which I despise, living with my parents which is SUFFOCATING, not being able to leave the house because there’s nowhere to go within miles of me and basically feeling like i’m being trapped in a box all day and night i can’t wait yo move into my apartment in philly next semester. it’ll be a studio, so i’ll have NO ROOMMATES. no sharing a bathroom. no loud music no parties. no drunk people. least semester, my roommates threw big parties in the room all the time and blasted their shitty fucking rap music so loud that you could hear it from down the hall. so when i came home i never knew if i’d be walking into a quiet apartment or one invaded by disgusting, shirtless drunk men and blasting awful rap. my own apartment means no dirty dishes in the dink covered in crusty ass food like all my roommates previously have left around (i should make a post specifically of all my roommate horror stories). my own apartment means a queen sized bed and letting my cat run around the entire thing without having to lock him in a bedroom, my own shower, it’ll mean potted plants and tapestries on the wall and tons of sunlight and my own space for once in my life and i’ll fill it with eveything that makes me happy so maybe i’ll feel less lonely
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For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
“I still don’t understand why she has to wear that thing on her face. What did she call them? Glasses?”
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For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
“This guy slapped my ass once ‘cause I had a bug on it. Or, that’s what he told me. I hope I don’t have another bug on there around him ‘cause…..Seriously…..”
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For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
"I really, really like this polite female! I wouldn't mind having her drop by for a visit every now and then."
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For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
"If I could, I'd buy all the dresses in the world for you to wear, Princess. You look hot as hell in them~"
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For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
"You're a colorful little thing! I wonder if your hair is the only thing that's colorful...."
