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 feel almost dead and silly and in love. i hold my stomach and roll around in piles of clothes on the floor, seperating yours from mine, shoving yours to the bottom of the hamper. feeling like someone is filming me for an early 90's romantic comedy. closing the window for the year, until spring, cleaning the leaves off the porch. imagining you making me the answer to all your problems and feeling a bit proud that i could solve anything.
d-land