Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
i aspire to get to that level of hot where my hair looks like shit and i smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes but i still look fine as hell
peekaboo is essentially just making fun of babies for not understanding object permanence
FUCK pretty sure I just got a speeding ticket. Mother fucking fuck that’s the last thing I need right now I have so much shit to buy/ spend money on for moving out… Fuck.
Debussy — Claire de Lune
Third movement of Suite bergamasque by Claude Debussy, a piano depiction of a Paul Verlaine poem