Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
i just want a small apartment with a light pastel aesthetic on a high floor in a rainy city with soft cotton white curtains and old comfy furniture and minimalistic shelves and mini cacti on my window sill
take me to an art museum and stroke my hair and tell me im the prettiest thing in the room
So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.”
And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.
i have such a busy schedule. i may have to cut out “studying” to make room for “crying over tv shows” and “4 hour nap”