Fucking Zubats!!
(via theredscare)
I’ve been 27 for a month.
I’m liking this age so far. I’m getting far more respect from the world, at least in my own head. I’m at my grandma’s house in Sarasota for the weekend. I am looking forward to going to my dad’s house tomorrow and seeing my cat Lily, who has been with him since Thanksgiving, due to the major upheaval going on in my house pre-move. I miss her so.
Other things going on in my life include enjoying a satisfying work life, worrying about a severely depressed friend housesitting for me this weekend, having fucking gorgeous hair, continuing my life’s goal of burning out my brain with psychedelics, hanging out with my favorite friends, watching tons of Mitchell and Webb, and having a crush on someone (it’s nice to feel giggly about boys instead of murderous). 27 is feeling alright.
