July 1st, 2011

[ppl] fly like a g6

turn my swag on~

Was up until 4 writing about Russian spies, fucked up reservations in Paris, sun currently trying to melt an inappropriately black dress into skin, feel like am going to die. Not in a bad mood, per se, just on the brink of physical collapse. Would sell soul for a Bellini even now in the afternoon, am procuring more coffee instead, have broken shame button perhaps, and have somehow signed on to see Midnight in Paris again later, which, help, why are you doing this to me. QED.:

my thread

Bolster me.