My name is Cheryl, but that probably doesn't matter. I'm 20 years old, 5 feet and 5 inches tall on a good day, and I'm majoring in philosophy, but that probably doesn't matter either. I like sloths and sunsets and mozzarella sticks. Games of truth, cuddling on rainy days, and giving me books/mix CDs are the easiest ways to win my heart. I'm a sucker for emails and letters, really any form of communication other than phone calls. I'm still learning to live. I need more time than I'm likely to get. I tend to be a bit ridiculous, to overthink things, to care too much about people in order to avoid caring about myself. I'm still learning what it means to be a friend, to let people love you even when it terrifies you. I'm not quite sure how to let go, and I'm really bad with change. A major part of being my friend will consist of listening to me whine about the same shit on repeat. I've got scars, and you could count them like the rings on trees. I've lived a life that most would be proud of, but I'd give anything to change it. I'm trying. I'm really trying.
That's about all I've got.
A proper tribute to a man who inspired me to be as weird and mad as he was. R.I.P The One Robin Williams
"Go right to sleep because you can’t sleep in tomorrow…. or any other day for the rest of your life."
- My Kindergarten Eve Peptalk to my 4yo
What’s the definition of a will?
Come on guys it’s a dead giveaway
So the drugstore I was in today had a perfume display. Here are some of the perfumes I came across.
Sex on the Beach
And Finally, Swimming Pool
"No officer, for the last time, I did not smoke weed. Thats just my new perfume, cannabis flower"