Driving around in the rain today,
someone told me that May would be
beautiful again.

But fuck it. I don’t want May flowers.
I only want
you.

NAVIGATION

Theres a million things I want to say to you, but nothing seems quite right.

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What you crying about? You got me
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at this point i dont care if my boobs are small or not, i hate myself and i’m still better than you
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Boredd
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work out outfit hehe
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just adding some pictures.
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So with a wink and a smile and a vial of meth I took his hand and we walked through the shadow of death