The Little Things

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The more I think about moving out, the more stressed out I’ve been getting.  This last week has been really rough and I just want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. 

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I just want kisses, cuddles, and sex. I know exactly where I could get all 3. But I shouldn’t.

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I’m done throwing myself at you. I realize you’ve got a lot going on right now, but this seriously feels like pulling teeth. I’m done forcing this. When you’re ready, you can come to me.

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My body apparently has no idea what the fuck is going on. It is the third day of my second week on this pack of birth control. Why do I have my period? This is not what I want.

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I’m trying to impress Kiel with delicious food.  Unfortunately, SAID FOOD IS NOT COOPERATING.  Don’t make me look bad, Honey-Pumpkin Meringue Tart, or I’ll make you look bad. 

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It’s been a really long weekend.  It’s been a really long day.  Man.