one time at starbucks on my cup they wrote “fuck i can’t remember your name”
Reading Festival was the sickest shit. I saw Eminem for a start, which was pretty much my life goal, and now I can die happy.
My hair still stinks of stale smoke in spite of washing it throughout the weekend and just now, tired as fuuuuck, but God am I happy. I met some wonderful people and it couldn’t have gone much better. I miss it already, and I’d actually go back to sleeping in that tent circle next to the bushes that stank of stale urine and
shit faeces (disgusting as that sounds).
Not posting this on my rp blogs or writing/etc, so y’all who follow me everywhere feel lucky. <3
Sidenote: Hey, sorry I returned after 7 months guys. Surprised more of you haven’t unfollowed.