so I drove 4 hours from home and the tire fell off my car and my boyfriend drove up to fix it and now we’re in a karaoke bar in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and they’re singing don’t stop believing and what is my life and how have I met my dream human because I don’t even know. I’m so lucky.
my car is like that most interesting man in the world guy: i don’t often break down, but when i do it’s four hours away from home in the middle of nowhere with an extremely expensive repair
some guy on facebook thinks i’m jennette mccurdy
i never talk about it when I’m happy because I feel like I’m bragging I guess but I don’t know, I am really happy right now and I know some incredible and wonderful humans and I’m so grateful for all the great people in my life.
It’s weird to think that so many months later this is still true.
it’s weird i’ve got all these ideas but i ain’t got the money time or gear to make any of them
like not even a prolific person whose every work is profound, but one of those crazy people who can’t stop spewing bullshit because you have absolutely no idea what else to do with your brain
do you ever look at all the things you’ve made and think fuck i’m a crazy person