• phone: *rings*
  • me: no
  • Don’t turn me over, just let me know.
    How long will it be before you let me go?
    You hold the line, a bullet soul.
    It’s just that sometimes time’s so slow,
    Sometimes time’s so slow…
    ― “Slow”-Twin Shadow (via voodoovixen)
    5/26/12

    I have a strong urge to go to a rave. An even stronger urge to go to a rave with Pote and Damien. They have the same taste in techno/electro/house/dubstep ect., they both like rap and drugs and they’re both bearded bears.
    Mon petite pote et mon beau pote.
    We talked on the phone for the first time last night. His voice is adorable. Not as deep as I expected it would sound over the phone, but adorable none the less. He said my voice sounded really high, as I tend to sound like I’m four over the phone. I keep playing his voice over and over in my head. “Your voice sounds so high. Not how imagined it would be, like deeper and more studious. Not that I’m a creep. Imagining how your voice would sound over the phone.”
    For PeaceFest C**** and I are doing acid. So stoked!

    (Source: sustine-et-abstine)

    Diet Coke