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'm tired of writing and thinking about really spectacular people that i'd like to move into a massive house full of instruments and art supplies and film making magic. i'm sick of meeting people on the streets that i could see myself necking with in the back of an antique car. i wish all the cute boys would become monks and the hot girls would become nuns and leave me alone. they are just amazing and amazing makes me want to jump off bridges behind them or call their houses at three in the morning and invite them to tea. i want to put their babies in cribs and cry, pray, become religious overnight and say things from the bible like i actually know them. i want to be baptized and southern and i want you to lovelovelovelove me. i want to wash in lakes and chase the soap bubbles with you in a swim cap and my mother will know i'm pregnant and their wont be an elaborate plan to keep it a secret.
d-land