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


i remember the feeling of fighting and how it gave me this absolute thrill to get hit and to hit back like a thousand i love yous being said back and forth, or kissing when the weathers too hot and your face is sticky from ice cream.

sometimes when i dont feel quite right, i know it would make me feel better temporarily to find a very sharp object and open up my left arm until there was a clear procession of platlets and red and white blood cells making their exit.

and i need to stop reading now or i'll dial phone numbers that i should have forgotten years ago.

d-land