I´m a young gal from New York and i´m wicked smaht. My biggest problem is I confuse true love with eye contact a lot. Drifter in pursuit of becoming a writer, whether it be a good one or a whatev one. I like freaks.Here are mah digits: pinterest.com/andreadesirepen My shop: etsy.com/shop/DazedGrooves
The other day my siblings and I were trading condoms as if they were baseball cards.
I should clean my room soon ‘cos my cat is gonna give birth any day and I hope to yeezuz not on my clothes.
I know it sounds terrible to say this but I hope flight 370 is not found bc I want to believe it was aliens.
I just wrote a letter of complaint to Dominoes pizza addressing a burnt pizza. My adult symptoms are surfacing.
I just found $22, a metro card, & my credit card in the pockets of my favorite jeans that I have not washed for 3 weeks and have regularly worn. I wear them a lot & don’t wash them ´cos they accumulate love & soul - not dirt.
"I saw her but I didn’t talk to her or anything." - me, talking about a baby that is yet able to speak.
My sister alway leaves behind the bad grapes and sticks them back in the fridge.
I haven’t changed out of this jumpsuit for 3 days now, including nights.