Use my FORMSPRING to a) please tell me if you want your photo taken off this blog
b) inform me of links and credentials
c) give me your life story.
Don't use my FORMSPRING to a) give me shit b) give me shit anonymously.
I just want to live in a city in a cozy little apartment above a coffee shop with brick walls and hardwood floors and a fireplace and a record player and a big bookshelf and old windows with cracked white paint and christmas lights and I want to wear a big sweater and underwear and put my hair up and sit on the couch with my cat and order chinese and watch doctor who forever
I bet that’s what your heaven is.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.