February 2012
You could have just said: “No. / Sorry, I can’t.” Than be all shady about it.
So much to say. But I don’t really know where to start and where to end it.
Keep up that ghetto-talk, I got good taste in music, I’m-da-shiet, ego of yours, and we’ll see how far you’ll go.
Because bby, character is everything. No matter how cute your style is..
Block schedule. YESS!
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“Encompassed by a choir of souls, and still, I feel like the only living piece of tangibility. I am not longing, in fact, I am humble about my secludedness, my solitude, my loneliness.”
