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


it wont be long and i'll be leaving this state. these are happy days, stupid days where i just eat and dance and sing until my lungs feel like they'll collapse. days where my goals are small and easy to accomplish, days that are too nice, too interesting to be forgotten. when we play the jukebox for hours, when youre talking about your italian grandmother calling me a slut, both of us giggling and sneezing simultaneously. typing lists of everything we own, that we'll move with us. writing goodbye letters, anniversaries of terrible deaths. waiting for christmas tree lots to open and just needing to have you forever.
d-land