shalalala. shalalala. shalalalalalalalalala. shalalala. and it ends never to reveal the…end! ><
i’m such a be square
my english teacher loves le tigre
don’t know what to do with it. my hairs at an awkward stage, the teenage hair strikes again.
man i never look like me in pictures. ask anyone. not just in the sense that i don’t hang upside down. check out that scarf, it’s hot and hot. i enjoy feeling a bit like belle and sebastian with it. however you may be feeling like i’m pathetic. i want to join creative writing club