i think i ate baby roaches for dinner today. and i dont want to walk up or down another fucking staircase for at least 2 days.

im a proud owner of a black on black 2002 volkswagen golf GLS.

wednesday: car shopping, for sure. finally.
friday: my polka-dot dress.
sunday: graduating.

my life is 3/4 complete.

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it seems like only really fucking gross girls get dreads that just end up making them even more gross. what the hell.

i want to have william blakes babies.

my dreams about being chased
by a giant vagina are coming back. /:
someone save me.

theres a little twinkle in his eye, or perhaps a knife in his heart. dallas really stabbed him in the back. its shrunken organs that no longer function. its a dead thing on a gold platter. we murder to dissect. people act like sheep.

and he gets paid to do this?

1. i forgot what breakfast tastes like.
2. i thought about a billion different places i could have been versus that one.
3. why cant you hear me?
4. i hate disposable cameras with thirty-nine exposures.
5. im fucking tired of two hundred milligrams of happiness and three ounces of water.

1. blasting the beegees on the way to school, listening to the shriek from the radio with people i might never see again. it was forever highway. it was near the campfire that burnt off our faces. you wouldnt have known it was a compact car if you hadnt have gotten that close. we talked about gangrene like it was the anti-drug ( Read more... )