I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I fall in love with people and their honest moments, where they can’t be anybody but themselves.
(via j-4z)
I have to rewrite my entire junior paper because I have it written a little bit differently than my teacher prefers. Like, bitch bye. Homeland Security is hard to write about. Aside from that, if she could take a second to step away from her high school buddies and actually teach something, MAYBE I would know what the fuck I am doing.
/end rant.
