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.

I had the weirdest dream last night in which one of my old chemistry teachers from high school was reading and marking my dissertation (chemistry teacher marking a paper about the music industry, makes sense, no?) and he told me that it was shit, set out completely wrong and that I’d have to redo it entirely and only had about a week to do so. We were also down the beach for some reason.

I’ve never been so happy to wake up in my life.