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


give me a million dollars worth of sighs, i have no self control. youre making me so wonderful, saving me, wrapping me up and making me forget everything foolish i've ever done. let me cry into your lap, like that night in the summer when i cried and cried. i'd guess what you think of me but i'd be too scared to know if was accurate. dancing around the kitchen after you made pasta and putting up my breakfast at tiffanys poster, trying to spend canadian dollars in quincy and pinching your bum on the subway.
d-land