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


and swearing at you whilst you grind your body into salt and combine with liquid, twisting your wrists until you scream in the night club. the feeling of unreal sex, of almost being inside of her, if only those clothes werent there. the idea that no one will ever love you beyond putting their parts in your mouth in the car. i can make you okay, i know i could be the something good in your life.
d-land