Boomboxes and Dictionaries | The Gaslight Anthem
And if you’re scared of the future tonight,
We’ll just take it each hour one at a time
It’s a pretty good night for a drive,
So dry up those eyes
June 2013
Last night we didn’t have sex because we ended up having a heated debate about feminism instead.
Won the battle.
Lost the war.
I feel like Emily bloody Davidson.
You fight for a good cause, but ultimately the patriarchy wins and you just end up getting trampled by a horse.
Metephorcially speaking.
having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch
Just had to call the doctor to get crazy strong painkillers since it seems my muscles have made a collective decision that being just a little bit sore wasn’t inconvenient enough and has gone full on nuclear pain right from my neck to my arm.
Getting old blows.
I’ve even started making an “oofff” noise when I get up.
Call it a day, I’m dead already.
Also I think I forgot to draw my eyebrows on this morning but I’m too scared to look in the mirror and see if I’ve spent all morning looking like an alien.
Going senile too it seems.