My name is Chelsea. I am 21 and in college. I enjoy poetry, cheap Chinese take-out food, the Internet, and the occasional night on the town.
That uncomfortable moment when you’re listening to The Maine while studying for your Sociology of Sex midterm and you just want to have sex with John O’Callaghan.
I can’t be the only one addicted to his tendency to repeat his words, his love of skipping from time to time, and his unnatural connection to his skateboard.