Marissa. Grrr...Argh
My mother has been on my ass about my boss not sending me the employment papers. As if I was not already stressing about this enough. I am supposed to leave for work next Wednesday. Not a lot of time. AUGH. I just want to start work so I can get through this summer without social stress. Work stress I can handle. Children I can handle. The idiocy that exudes from my social life is one thing I REALLY don’t deal with well. So the sooner that shit gets to me and I fill it out, the sooner this idiotic badgering about something I have little to no power over will stop.
“And we build a home. Word by word, sentence by sentence. We make stories, trace letters in the air, long into the night. We make.” Photograph by Anett Holmvik (via therestisbullshit)
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So want
Oh my goodness gracious me.
i want this dress
i want to rock this dress
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