The tales of (several) tv shows, songs, books, buildings, fashions, cities, foods and movies that haunt my mind.
Enter at your own risk *mysterious laugh*


I’ve been out all day, running errands, going to class, riding subways… Im finally home and I should be getting ready for a sort of reunion one of my friends is having for her birthday. But I’m not, because I’m SO tired.

I don’t even feel like walking to the kitchen… And I feel horrible, because I can’t not go: It’s a family thing - the true celebration is on Saturday - but since she’s one of my bffs I know her relatives and usually go to these things. And she comes to my family things too, so I can’t be a no-show…

I’m just… I’m just so tired… (also, cabs are getting more and more expensive). I feel like I’m 85…


i like staying up at unhumanly hours but i also like getting 12 hours of sleep do u see my problem


This scene encapsulates what 12 year-old me wanted to achieve as an adult.