this fantastic mess.

dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.


i’ve got caffeine dripping from my breath, and sleep seeping into the corners of my eyes.

i’ve got to finish reading about the ashanti people, and then write an 8 page book report (summary, analysis, the works).

but first, i’ve got to take a deep breath

and watch these prep school girls do an a capella rendition of bitches aint shit (ben folds remix, obviously).


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