it's not a crime to know exactly what you want.
it's a crime only when you waste others' time.
so from here on out, you're gonna get only the bare-bones of my soul, naked and vulnerable.
if you're not willing to risk it, then you're not doing anything worthwhile at all.
...oh god, there i go again with the cliches. the next post will be about something fun, i promise. like mixtapes and thrift stores. fall weather, warm sweaters and that butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling. hahah. i promise.