well im pooped, my brain hurts. my eyes are excited to see you again. my cheeks are sore from smiling when i think of you, and heart aches…for you. goodnight!
txtsfrmlstnght: (703): We’ve finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
I may not be strong, but I am wild.– Scott Popa
my inspiration of the week →
i should memorize this. i need the bonus...
“How does the water Come down at Lodore?” My little boy asked me Thus, once on a time; And moreover he tasked me To tell him in rhyme. Anon, at the word, There first came one daughter, And then came another, To second and third The request of their brother, And to hear how the water Comes down at Lodore, With its rush and its roar, As many a time They had seen it before. So I told them...
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I...– Emile Zola
i suck at life. yeah tell me about it.
about me sucking at life? well i have to brain wash my self every morning so i have what i think is a good day, i wont be able to get a good job in my future bc there’s no room for me in our society, i constantly lie to what i think are my friends and to my self. i hide in my basement bc i hate all the dramatic crap that goes on upstairs. everything i want is just two steps farther away from...