i prefer my days in the midst of a haze surrounded by kind words, sriacha on everything, everything bagels, too much coffee, parking lots, playing the banjo, intoxicated dancing, clothes i can't afford, the world to appreciate, the details to look at piece by piece, friendship, croquet, new faces, old stories, jazz and the martini, slowly but surely making my way out of here

 

Anonymous asked
stop bein such little bitch about life. people would give anything just to spend a week as you.

I’m not really sure what your referring to, but I agree that I do in fact bitch on this thing because I would rather write it down to get it off my chest then bore someone with it. Its your choice to read it, and I am dumbfounded by the other half of the sentence because I don’t know how people view me to be honest but I can promise you that spending a week in my shoes is nothing special, its all perspective my friend.