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


my tummy hurts from eat garlic and tomato nacho chips. my hands have blisters and ive been crying. its almost comforting to have your tears and saliva all over my cheek, remembering exactly what you look like over dinner, what your face looks like when you tell another girl you dont really give a fuck if she leaves you, knowing youre lying and the warm embrace in the parking lot. this is the fifth time we've broken up. will you marry me, divorce me, marry me again because i hate the thought of this ever being permanent.
d-land