Short-live fanciful illusions. My name is Sarah, and I'm 17. Whovian, Sherlock, Hannibal, reading, chihuahuas, and vegetarian. I'm obsessed with my dog and I'm dating a guy named Joey. little shits
I’m listening to shitty indie music form the lat three Birp! playlists and filling out the form for my Canadian dual citizenship and working on application essays for UT and A&M even though I don’t want to go there and trying to figure out how the fuck to get certified copies and drinking shitty instant coffee and doing the summer reading and figuring out how I’m gonna break the news to my dad that I’m applying in Canada and planning out my finances because who the fuck knows how much money I actually have and staring down the pile of dirty clothes sitting on my chair and thinking about how senior year is gonna fucking kill me and wanting to party hardy one last time before I go back to school and just all around wanting to punch people in the face. Feel free to talk to me (please).