Everything Was Beautiful, And Nothing Hurt.
"Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves. For the goodman is not at home, he is gone on a long journey." [Proverbs 7:18-19]
21. English Major. Art Historian. Nervous about the future but trying to look forward to a better tomorrow.
I choose to have massive amounts of homework and get no sleep.
Then go groggily to my color class tomorrow morning with no friendly face or friend to sympathize and instead get looked at weird because I know no one in that class. Who wants to be friends with a gross looking tired thing?
No one is the answer you are looking for, at least not willingly.
Once you’re friends with me you have to love me, even when I’m sleep deprived; but strangers don’t think I’m fun or witty—they just think I’m a mess.
Also, most of them are art majors and we all know how sassy some of them can be. (you know who they are. Don’t lie to me.)
Now in order to get at least 2 hours of sleep I must write like the wind!
And not on tumblr.
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