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 when my thighs were covered in tiny bruises and bite marks, when you used to come over in the middle of the night unannounced but i knew you were coming before you got there. i remember when i woke up smiling, there were no pregnancy scares and death lived on the other side of the train tracks.
d-land