Adventures.
Grrr.
(As you can see my mohawk is gone. My head now looks like a microphone.)
The British gave us many gifts. One of them is the word cunt.
Summer bloom.
They say that when it rains, the gods above are crying. I would cry too if I saw all the broken hearts in this world.
Because I felt like getting my head shaved.
Such beautiful things, yet such sad, sad lives.
Will read this over the weekend.
Blood red.
My moonleaf planner! :D
(Source: moonleafteashop)
Badass mothafuckah pink popo monkey will shoot the fuck outta yo stupid ass.
I’m officially 18. And I don’t know how to feel about that.
