oh man. i am currently laying on my stomach, wrapped in a heat pack, pleading with myself for the pain to stop and to just fall asleep. it's not proving successful. and as i lay here listening to beach house, i cant help but find myself imaging crazy scenarios, hoping for the love of all things that they may come true. and then the amazing playlist continues and nostalgia by cut off your hands comes on and then simplest love by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros, followed by ryan adams' desire. how perfectly thought provoking.
so yep. that's me on a wednesday evening at quarter to eleven.