John Keats/John Keats/John/Please put on your scarf.

it would be very nice to come home and be in the wrong house. to eat dinner with the wrong people by mistake, and kiss everybody goodbye in the morning thinking they were your own family. i wish everybody in the world looked exactly alike. you'd keep thinking that everybody you met was your wife or mother or father, and people would always throwing ( Read more... )

i've officially lost the ability to tell the difference between real life and my dreams. it's terrifying.

Remember when LJ was exclusive and not just anybody could make one?

Everyone should buy/donate clothes for/to me as I only own about ten tee shirts, two hoodies, two pairs of pants, a pair of shorts, and assorted underwearables.

i deleted all my old entries and friends that don't post anymore. suck it dry, the past.