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


'tis raining very hard i am afraid, just like the night you had your wisdom teeth out and i filled the air with clutter. do you like my new haircut? or the way i fake cry to make you feel better when you say youre leaving?

do you like the way i smell and taste, the music i listen to or my car. do you like how my parents close the bedroom door and the whole world gets dark.

lets talk about mirrors, the way you reflect me because you know i like to see myself. the way you touch me when your hands are cold and i can never get warm. lets make you young again. lets.

d-land