Y2k But In A Jackass, Teenage Dirtbag, Camcorder, Skateboarding Way

High functioning dead girl

i love spending time with him 😳

if he doesn’t want me, one of his friends will 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

life is so ruthless so i must love you as hard as i can. basically

my phone, my cigarette, my keys, my old-soul coffee enwrapped in one palm. my denim pocket unhurt from the sharpness pivoting in my right arm. this is what i am accustomed to. this is what i was born for. balancing myself for the creation of men, for men, with men. babydoll, petal, flower girl? names embroidered not taloned in my porcelain skin. babybrown, ribbon beneath my knees, braided lashes.