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


its a dull ache like that of knowing youve sprained something and how it will hurt when you put weight on it. i drag it along, cover it when the rain comes. today was sunny, sunnier than i can ever remember it being. i tucked my fingers into soft cotton fur and it caught on my hangnails. she didnt say much until i opened the door and threw the trash down the hall, then we laughed uncomfortably, as if it were a joke i'd missed out on.he'll be here in one month, then things wont be the same. i wont try to meet you late at night, worry that youre drinking too much caffiene or listening to too much hiphop. you can sit on the used couches at the salvation army and look through records and i wont sigh impatiently.
d-land