and they ain't friends so far, my words they don't travel far. they tangle in my hair and tend to go nowhere right past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice where they don't serve much use.

WELL, I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING IN APRIL. Saturday is so good I can’t even handle myself.
Alchile el que lleve lo amare toda mi puta vida , es mas me hago un tatuaje de la persona al que me lleve :3