i love thought catalog.
have you heard of it, because you might too.
anyway, i read this the other day and was like,
ohhh shiiiit, that's me.
[see: not experiencing shame after a night out]
it's so true.
i'm pretty sure last saturday night prompted serious bouts of sunday morning/afternoon/evening anxiety over an unbuttoned top, exposed bra and random flashing of said things, while dancing and telling new bar friends that they should all get on facebook so we could friends there because if we're not, i'll probably never see them again.
i mean, c'mon - like i'm the first person to ever do that. freels.
|i also really love someecards|