Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause’ I speak of the pompetous of love” —
Steve Miller Band
you whore of a law school test.
my red couch.
making monayyyyy this summer. (NOT by working a street corner, contrary to popular belief)
a new bedroom to decorate. (NOT a small closet, grumpy pants)
getting these annoying wisdom teeth out.
a possible summer soccer league.
hanging out with my parents. (don’t judge me)
having the boyfriend come visit.
spring weather (although i do love the snow, i’m just looking forward to sundresses again)
something along the lines of this, hopefully: