In love with a beardy alt-folk singer with an androgynous voice.
I think most girls are.
Had tea with a kid from across the sea. He crammed three girls into a phone booth and took our picture. The guy who sold me my bike pedals for a coffee (double soy americano, he says) was also present but he was way on the other side of the cafe. Maybe I'm determined to make friends with someone who could give me all kinds of bike tips, but looks like I made friends with a tiny tiny illustrator instead.
I am writing this post instead of calling my parents.
I am writing this post instead of making my lunch for tomorrow.
Plus Myles keeps sending me gifs from across town.
That's how you know its real.
