there is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. and no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart. our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving.
I'll tell you one thing: It's always better when we're together.
If I could teach the world, whole wide world to be a thug-n-harmony, harmony Then I would teach the world, whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me, like me
my body is on retirement, i would never guess so, but i need a break. sick as a bird, but all the fun times have made up for it. my bday and turkey day break was awesome. thanks to you know who. now back in sd and all i want to do is sleep and drink EMERGENCY. holler.
midterms and papers, done. and all i want to do is wonder about things. too many distractions, and people. too many botox convos and purple cali. But keep it cool, the weekend is coming. wait for it.
remember me,special needs just 19 and dream obscene with 6 months off for bad behavior...