In the eye of the beholder
I'm 18, mildly shy and spastic.
I'm constantly driving and complaining about something.
I'm obsessed with the thought of being in love, romantic movies, dogs, being skinny, tattoos and eating.
I wnt to move to Arizona. I don't think before I act, and that's usually what fucks me in the end.
I'm obsessed with the thought of being in love, romantic movies, dogs, being skinny, tattoos and eating.
I wnt to move to Arizona. I don't think before I act, and that's usually what fucks me in the end.
I’ve decided I’m finally going to finally get the rosary beads on my foot that I’ve been wanting forever.
Plus, I need to get my chest piece ran over again.
So much money to spend. So much skin to fill. Omg. Da fuq.
