Posts tagged my life
Nothing says, “love,” like your housemate taping your face on one side of a box of condoms and that of a kid you’d like to fool around with on the other.
It also happens to be said housemate’s birthday today, so please go and attack her with love.
I might have a sexual-frustration-poltergeist running rampant and throwing shit around the house, but I did beat my Milton exam to a fine, inky pulp today.
Free magazine, postcard, no studying, ginger honey, and baking cookies: today has been a success, despite the fact that I might never wring out completely.
(via xomary)
Yeah, we’re a day out of Poetry Month, but I got to see Billy Collins yesterday and my free copy of Poetry Magazine just came in the mail. Take that rain/exams/mortality.
When addressing me fully as a kid, my parents would add the title “Princess of Power”, which I think is way better than any ”Esquire” could ever be.
That’s Elizabeth Margaret Brigid O’Connell-Thompson, Princess of Power to you, bud.
(via vintagegal)
