This Is How It Works...

you're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe, until their dying breath

I am Lyndsey. I am 21. I'm shit at explaining things.
I like Regina Spektor, making chilli con carne, nostalgia, and those nights out that can only be pieced together by photos. I'm also a massive sap.

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I can’t be bothered wrapping Christmas presents. I reached my annual wrapping quota last week when I helped Alana do hers (she lured me into it with cava and chocolate). Besides, there’s no dog to enjoy the unwrapping of the presents, so really I think that means I don’t have to bother, right?

I can’t be bothered wrapping Christmas presents. I reached my annual wrapping quota last week when I helped Alana do hers (she lured me into it with cava and chocolate). Besides, there’s no dog to enjoy the unwrapping of the presents, so really I think that means I don’t have to bother, right?

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