Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
Breakfast is cookies.
Adventure Time, Seventeen, Sister of My Heart, Life of Pi, Paprika, Jersey Shore.
And Red Cross.
Extremely tired for no adequate reason. Probably just imagining everything. Working Sister of My Heart tomorrow, so I can't go to Katherine's and help her paint. Poo.
"Because the lights came on."
I wish there was a magic potion that could cure my constant exhaustion.
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