marlboro reds + birthday blues.

i’m not ready to write a birthday entry yet because i’m not actually ready to admit i’m eighteen [today]

(when i close my eyes to blow out the candles i’m going to be wishing for rilo kiley to be set up in the living room for an acoustic set of all the songs i want to hear and when i open them up i’ll expect to see them standing there applauding. also: this year i’m going to make it a point to hear and see jenny lewis swear outloud and i’m going to have a fanfucktastic time doing so.)

i’ve made it through eighteen years and i never thought it would feel this familiar.