#she warm

[abbysrighthook]

[kirythestitchwitch]

this is my view right now

[ask-badlydrawnnyoitaly]

id love to see b3 or c3 in your style :0

Warm and Cozy~

[geejaysmith]

My sister is out of town visiting our grandparents so her cat is being clingy as heck

[sexysilverstrider]

she touch the fire

[mrwilliewonka]

Toasty

[ottercola]

she has a quest

[mendingmyhouseceiling]

I don't want to think of people as either good or bad.

Most people have good traits even when they're rude to others. Traits are what make the difference, aren't they? Today's the day of the dead here in Mexico. I have been digging into my past logs in social media. Couldn't find the Twitter account I thought I'd find. My memory isn't as exceptional as I thought it to be.

Today, especially today, I feel the urge to be more mature than I've ever been my whole life.

This Monday would be a 'day'. It's possible I'd have to make a presentation by myself because of a hella annoying teacher.

I ate well. Thought food didn't satisfy me in the euphoric way I wanted it to.

"That's sweet".

I guess I won't write on my D journal again. Does that make sense in English? I'm bloated and my acne hasn't gotten as better as I wanted it to be by now. It's okay. I miss my fair skin (lol).

I'm calm or expectant in a way I can't quite explain. A part of me hopes not to be chosen for the presentation, and a part of me seemingly knows I will be.

I want to study French just for the sake of it. I don't like it enough but it's similar to Spanish. Guess what? There's an uncertainty inside of me regarding my language learning process. It's as if I were told by myself I can't do such a complicated thing as that. What's that? Self-sabotage?

I can't wait to pick this stray up (phrasal verbs fuck you all) from the street. She's sobbing.