yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i keep peaking out the windows looking for a little green cars spinning tires on the ice. i'm looking for you and your reason why youre two hours late. you know what will happen if my father finds us here. you need to hurry, i'm supposed to be at school. i'm beginning to worry youve forgotten that the rest of our life is in that car ride. i'm starting to put the clothes back in the drawers and the toothpaste back on the sink. every car could be you but they're not you. they're people with jobs and houses, people who couldnt care about two kids cutting school to run away. you dont have seams to come apart and you dont have a heart to break and i'm not sure what revenge looks like.
d-land