book of grace.

part a

hi, olá, oi, howdy. i don't know why you're reading this but welcome. it's currently 9:03pm on the 2nd of february 2017 and i'm listening to "golden days" by p!atd. the wifi is so shit i'm listening to the same 3 songs on repeat for the past fortnight. not complaining, only a little bit. love you brendon urie, feel free to release new music and pay for me to get unlimited data. anyways, i'm really fucking sick of not speaking portuguese and if one more person asks me if i'm british i'm probably going to have a brain aneurism. a couple continents and a hemisphere away, but yeah, i'm british apparently. i'm pretty sure i haven't taken any medications in a few days. about 3 days worth since arriving, almost 2 weeks ago. oh well. what's the worse that could happen? malaria? right. why am i such an asshole?

i attached that picture i took today because a) why not b) ???
my eyeliner was fire and i saw a cat, so it was a good day. didn't even have a nap, pulled an all-dayer. look at me, existing!

pretty sure i was supposed to be asleep like 38 minutes ago, gotta reach that 10 house minimum of sleep otherwise functioning isn't on the cards. it's my two week aniversary tomorrow, i want to get so drunk. so fucking drunk.
don't tell my mum i said that, she'd freak.
lmao

anyways, i have nothing left to say. surprising. ignore my morbid tone, i am so in love with brazil it consumes me entirely. a love no one could ever replace or ruin. travel>boys
boys can bite my ass.

i'm going to get so fucking drunk.

always in my thoughts, stay safe.