You want a revelation. You wanna get it right. But it’s a conversation I just can’t have tonight… You can’t choose what stays and what fades away. And I’d do anything to make you stay… Tell me what you want me to say.
It’s spiraling down
Biting words like a wolf howling
Hate is spitting out each others mouths
But we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers
so who do I get in touch with about marrying obama’s speechwriter
its been so long and barack hasnt returned any of my messages so…
“i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an autobiography
“I want to wear shorts but i didnt shave” the sequel.
“I want to wear shorts but I don’t tan and I’d rather not blind you” The trilogy
“I want to wear shorts but my huge dick always sticks out” a pop-up book
a pop up book
Venice was so pretty yesterday