my secret:
i wish i was asian


and the airs so heavy.. you can drown a butterfly
and i get the feeling.. that the bus driver isnt shy cause he's looking at me.. but nowhere near my eyes
and on the 42nd morning.. things aren't good but things aren't boring
are we falling or flying
are we laughing or crying
are we living or dying
i guess we'll never know

junio

fragments of last month
the jodester
OH dennis


cats
megan fox, megan jarret
media school at its finest
i have a crush on you
zachuary girl
.. we could take back what we said.. or hold it in our hands


klevage:)
brooklyn, emily, sensual cheese cake

she's always down for pictures at 1 am, always
such a quality piece of literature


sweetie