i love it when i see boys cry. in my eyes, they instantly turn from stupid boys who crave for nothing but porn and slutty…
sweet sixteen anyone? yes, call it desperation, me being spoiled or a shoegasm…just get these shoes for me. or keds. and i swear, i’ll sleep…
haha. or maybe just for chem and THE, the last ones. i’m bored. ok
5 seconds after posting the previous blog OMG. OMG. OMG!! GUESS WHO’S GOING TO MANILA!!!!! I AM. I AM. I AM. WOOOHOOO!! october 11- 16.…
nothing ever is enough for you. there’s always something extra. something you want, expect or secretly want and drop hints for until you get it.…
issa doesn’t care. issa likes to forget. issa likes to feel things that don’t really exist – she likes to live in her own little…
the thing i’ve realized with me is that, i’ll like you for a second and 3 seconds after that, i’ll completely forget whatever it is…