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|Boston heart, LA soul.
Worshiping at the altar of crappy teen girl
Beach bum. Eleventh-hour writer. Pokemon enthusiast. Nail polish junkie. Unapologetic feminist. Superhero fiend.
"He is no longer her white knight, if he ever was, because she does not a white knight. She is able to take care of herself."
Perfect is not the end-game, Sarah. Perfect is never the end-game. Just try to do your best. Just try to be your best.
Sarah’s in the kitchen belting let it go. It’s adorable.
I’m humming and staring at fiction I wrote...
I have a 10 page paper to write and a Domino’s pizza that will most likely be gone by tomorrow.
It’s one of those Saturdays.
They extended the deadline.
My thesis is now due on the 16th instead of the 10th.
I just bought a dress that makes me look like the nightclub singer in a 1940’s bar. I just bought shoes that make my legs look 10 miles long. Top it...