I think this is the worse I’ve ever felt.
how to explain pictures to a dead hare, joseph beuys (1965).
I had the nicest night tonight.
Awh I’m happy.
All I want to do is to crawl into bed with someone and watch a really, really, reeaallllyyy good film I’ve never seen before then possibly have giggly playful sex and wake up feeling fulfilled and happy instead of waking up spooning my college work and with masking tape stuck to my face.
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK.