I made a decision to conquer senioritis. As the weeks go on it has become harder and harder to roll out of bed and face the last class of my undergraduate education (being taken pass/fail). So I nearly got up on time today. With the “Battle Hymn of the Republic” in my ears the I marched in time through the cold morning air.
And arrived only 15 minutes late.
Wednesday’s Forecast: Weatherhuman 1, Senoritis 0.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
