BULLSHIT, YOU FUCKING MISS ME. THERE, I SAID IT, I GUESS I’LL TALK TO YOU IN A FEW MONTHS, SITTING DRUNK ON THE SIDE WALK; I GUESS I’LL GET UP, I GUESS I’LL GO FOR A WALK. BRUSH MY SHOES AGAINST THE PAVEMENT; I SWEAR THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE HUNDREDTH TIME I’VE THOUGHT OF YOU TONIGHT.
i feel u
i like to draw and sculpt things out of clay. uhm, i’m also into writing short prose styled stories and poetry. i just got my first sewing machine ever today and i’m SO EXCITED. i’m going to start to make my own clothes. i like painting. that’s about it.
im starting to grow out of tumblr
never thought that would happen