2019 is gonna be a year of love!!! a year of resilience!!! a year of “i did that”!!! a year of finding good music and being moved by lovely things and seeing your goals crystallize and come closer & closer into reach!!! and above all it’s gonna be a year of forgiving yourself for screwing up and pushing through ANYWAY!!!
Concept: sleepy morning cuddles. You’re cutest when you’re half asleep, our limbs tangled together, your face nuzzled in against my neck, your forehead pressed to my cheek. Soft kisses, yawning, sleepily reaching for each other as we stretch. Dozing, not quite awake, as the morning light filters in through the crack between the curtains.
now that it’s 2019, ladies and gentlemen, are you aware that truth is now acceptable and fame is now injectable? process the progress! their core is critical and faith is, sadly, unavailable, but your lives become incredible. please understand that.
2019 is going to be a great year because we’re going to fucking make it that way, no more of this “I hope good things come to me” shit, I’m gonna go out and drag good things to me by the fucking hair
SAME FRIEND, SAME
2019 Is The Year Of Not Even Remotely Fucking Around
