21, literary gangster, a little myopic.

I'll eat you up, I love you so.

 

ipsadixit:

Twenty-three is the best age…

Playing dead is a surprisingly effective strategy.

(Source: devoureth)

Well, this day got less productive.

It was perhaps not a solid scheduling move to watch Mad Men and snuggle with my boyfriend for like six billion hours instead of finishing my paper.

Also, he serenaded me with the Nannerpuss song, so I’ll clearly need to watch that a few times before writing this conclusion.

Also, the photo of me in my DW shirt just got reblogged by a blog that seems to update at a literally minute-by-minute speed, mostly with pictures of people poledancing. Should’ve posted the boobs!

Texts my boyfriend has sent me recently

M: Take a bite out of those papers like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime.

Me: So…literally? I don’t know if my jaw is that strong.

M: That didn’t stop Scruff! Start believing in yourself and get to it!