and then all your friends go home to their boyfriends/husbands so you casually stroll home tipsy on 3 glasses of wine, then buy another bottle & stay up writing & reading & listening to beautiful music dancing in your bedroom & thinking this is probably the best way to spend a friday night.
who wants to come over?
i really, really can't wait to be back in england now, as much as the thought of home terrifies me. i feel in between everything and i feel like i won't fit back in anything ever again. WHO EVEN CARES when you have wine and a fun brain.
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