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


saw him today with his boots on. 'mud season' he said simply and half smiled. i nodded and my neck cracked. i had a fever. i am scared of of me: ripping at him and feeling his skin under my nails afterwards.

i hope that if i ever go to fight mike, harper will hold mike back because i dont like getting my ass beat up and if i get in there, it'll be a royal beatdown. i'm weak. i look strong but i couldnt wrestle a cat. plus, i dont like fighting. i hate it. i'm scared. i'm a girl. i can pull hair and thats about it and mike has hardly any hair so there you go, i'm pinned on the ground getting my ribs cracked and my heart broken.


d-land