The seasonal struggle

I’m tired of laying around in a tank top and underwear. I’m ready to lay around in a sweatshirt, and baggy sweats with hot chocolate, and my cats and a perfect blanket, and something actually good on Netflix.

I want to think about what I’m going to be for Halloween but never actually come around to making and just put something together last minute. And spend way to much money for a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks. And wear Huf socks because their the only socks I want to wear.

I want to cuddle because its not to fuck hot to do so. And kiss you all over and forget about time. Yah, that sounds good.

And as soon as I get that ill want summer. The constant struggle.