how is any of this considered blogging
OH MY GOD I CANT STOP USING THIS STUPID WEBSITE
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
My dad was telling me about these girls at his old college who invented a nail polish that paints on clear, and if you stir your drink with your finger with the nail polish on, it will react with the “Date Rape” drug and turn red.
Dude. It’s genius.
things i would like to do:
- kiss your face
- kiss not your face
- see you smile always
- idk buy you things
- make you mac and cheese
- learn all your favourite songs
- tell you that u r a cutie
- have a sleepover without sleep u feel me