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've been listening to the st.elmo's fire soundtrack and become absolutely dizzy and frantic thinking about when i was a kid and i used to go swimming with a thick black innertube made for a van. i got a vespa motorscooter. its red and fiery and vintage and i want so badly to drive away tonight and throw pebbles at your window until you open it and we'll ride away.

i have been missing boys i used to know with their nearly perfect personalities and limitless fingers, i miss peering out from beneath a mop of hair to watch them watching me from across the living room of my old house with the musty basement and woodframed tv and i hoped they'd kiss me and they almost always did.

d-land