Oy.

Dear Tumblr page,

I’m sorry I forgot about you. I’ll try to make it up to you in the future.

Love,

L

Cat Scratch Fever?

PostSecret is getting me through finals week.

I know I’m supposed to like you and befriend you. This isn’t going to stop that fact that I want to punch you in the stomach.
Perhaps next year.

I know I’m supposed to like you and befriend you. This isn’t going to stop that fact that I want to punch you in the stomach.

Perhaps next year.

So what?

I want to go to pastry school.

I’m struggling to remember when I became complacent with mediocrity.

“French Fries are, by nature, a peaceful breed.”

It’s best not to take things too seriously.