hours of packing our little lives into boxes
then night strolls
through the city
camera
flash
mississippi
a best friend
a few cigarettes
a few thoughts
& plenty of good memories and great people to reminisce about
mpls, there’s no place else we’d rather call home.
yaaaa, first year locked down!!!
n: “i can’t wait to smell foreign air”
k: “it’ll be so fucking fresh”
n: “so fucking crisp”
“i used to bully my sister……..but then she started to bully me, so i stopped”
“you know what’s even better about this osheaga music festival in canada?”
“we can legally drink there. we can go to bars. we’ve lived so close to a place like this and we’ve never been”
“call emily”
“does he have a father?”
“no he was conceived only from an egg”
n: why are you guys watching a movie on a thursday night?
k: i don’t know, probably so he can free up his weekend time for the stripper
n: oh ok
k: -pretends he’s talking- sorry im gonna be fucking the stripper all friday and saturday night. i wont even be sleeping, you know how that goes
n: -laughs forever-
k: it won’t change next year
n: but we won’t be in this proximity
k: i’ll just come into your room all the time and we’ll have our laughs
n: okay
k: i’ll lay on your bed
k: and eat food in it when you’re at class
n: and i’ll light your room on fire
k&n: -laughs-it’s just how we joke
(Source: homemadespaghetti)
“i miss light”
“i miss lamp”
ran out of light bulbs…
almost sits on scissors
n: booby trap
k: wouldn’t doubt it
