The promise of palm trees, and the naive temptations of being a “hollywood star,” swept me up with the winds and left me stranded alone out in the driest deserts under the hottest Christian sun.
Parched. I was begging for water.
Dumb. I went for the oceans.
my apartment could use a floppy disk coffee table.
This is awesome.
Now that you have blue hair, should I change my color or just be twins? o.o
my hair isn’t exactly blue yo, i wouldn’t do that to ya, if you know what i mean, it’s more aqua, it’s blue in some parts and green in others, its a blue green sea of hair, and it fades sea-green, so i think you should keep the blue because i can’t think of a more fitting color for your precious head. I guess the filters I used to edit the picture made it look bluer than it is
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse, ya feel me
are you the SAT because i’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes
with a ten minute break halfway through for snacks
That’s the most reasonable pick up line I’ve ever heard. You’re hired.