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


jeremy, will you always sneak back into my life like compulsive cigarette smoking or money spending? will i always find your arms about my waist trying to ignore you, but just feeling like i've found home again. you cause so much frustration, orange candies stuck to pillow cases, bras and underwear flung about the house, drug paraphenalia littered on the living room floor and you kiss the inside of my thighs and i forget about it. i'd missed sleeping over, stealing all the sheets all night and leaving before you wake up.
d-land