At first glance I thought she was laying on LEGOs.
You wanted this.
It’s shitty how things happen. It’s just another turn of events but it’s oh so unfortunate. So what now?
Call me a pessimist.
Seattle’s a lot of miles from Slidell and you don’t have a phone. Realism is telling me that I will never see you again.
Idealism says we’ll talk but, in two months of you being there, we’ll stop.
So call me a cynic.
It probably won’t work.
This might I possess is not mine. It doesn’t belong to me. I can not use it for selfishness. It exists for those I love. It belongs to then. This is the path I shall follow. This is why I exist.
I want a midship awd. Do those even exist?
Dammit charles. I’m agreeing with you stop being so contradictory.
Anonymous asked: It's easier this way. At least I care enough to tell you. I could just let you find out the hard way, Zach.
Just tell me who you are.
Anonymous asked: You're fucking up. Don't do this to yourself again.
Stop posting anonymous.