My name is Meghan, I'm 25 and I never want to be average.
I'm currently traveling the world.
Nearly 13 years after my sister’s death, a reluctant Sunday visit to the 9/11 Memorial Museum, where public spectacle and private grief have a permanent home together.
Hint never check out the blogs of the random strangers who like your selfies. They’re all either really young teenagers or creepy porn blogs. All of them. It’s weird.
I’m fucking bored.
We were supposed to go out tonight but our friend canceled because he has to work late plus we were supposed to go hand out our resumes this afternoon but we decided to have sex and now it’s too late and all the bars and restaurants will be too busy to talk to us.
I’m in a shitty mood today but look how long my hair is getting!
(And I’m posting this with a new, working computer! eee!)
Look at this fucking snuggle bug fast asleep on me while I read a book on my friend’s couch in Vancouver