who makes you the happiest, but the one
that makes you feel the most.
Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.
You want the sad truth?
Even if I forget you,
I’ll always miss you.
This weekend was great. My friends and I handed in our applications for a study year abroad so naturally we got really drunk on Friday. We went to a Christmas Market and afterwards to our favourite bar. The way home took like 30 minutes and it snowed heavily but we smoked some weed when we got there and then everyone passed out in my friend’s bed. We spent Saturday together cooking the most delicious Quiche and smoking more and listening to the Beatles and playing Singstar and drinking some more hot wine punch. I swear I’m so exhausted.