soft music makes me write things like this
She left her home. Just got up one day, early in the morning. She had trouble sleeping, and from her bed she could see the window, the sun was just coming up. The sky was irrestistable, with blended colors of blues, pinks, and oranges. Slowly, she pulled the comforter off of her cold body, and moved her feet to the floor with an even slower pace. She rose, and took small and thought out steps to...
oh hey, this is my husband? ;)
Julian Casablancas, why are you married? :( I mean, yes, I am happy for you, but whyyyy?!
to my two followers,
you’re cool. even if you are my only two ;D
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
ohcrapballs: uma-menina: I love my mom. I am risking nothing >:( NOT RISKING oh, fudge, i’ve been locked into this!