[i would like to be her tonight.]
all im thinking is:
"omg im so bad at math. #butreally
thank you God for giving me atleast one skill in my love for language.
please, SAT, please be kind to me. you could make my dreams come true."
i wish: i could sit somewhere with hundreds of lanterns
in a princess dress, drinking white hot chocolate.
but mostly, my heart whispers "please come back, james. please"
happy tuesday, i guess.