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


watching you leaving me on your razor scooter that your mother got on sale at sears. remembering how it was when your skin used to be pulled tight around your ribcage while your left foot pushes off of the curbing. hoping you'll ask me to prom and hoping youre wanting to have babies together, you tripping up and turning back to laugh loud enough so i can hear.
d-land