hey, hi, hello....

remember me?

i don't think i ever lied to you in the entire history of our friendship.

why would i start now?

fuck ittttttttttt. i can't be bothered with this crap anymore. when simple statements of effection lead to angry accusations its time to shut the door.

i live in a bubble of fun. end of story.

3 things:

i want big glorious luscious locks....

Legs for these...

and a summer full of punk rock/leather&lace love...

please and thank you.

xo