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


all these names remind me of the day you held me at the fair, between the fried dough stand and the horse racing. i gave you twenty dollars on lolabunny and you put three to win on josies new crush. i won and you rested your head on top of mine.

i'm beginning to wonder if there's anything worse than being alone and thinking these things.

d-land