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 could love you so unclean baby but i'd never know where you learned to hate yourself like that. i would want to see those dreams, projected from your mind via satellites. dreams of your stomach opening up and letting someone crawl inside you, someone you could always take care of: that would never let you down.
d-land