Lana is my pimp. Marina supplies me with bubblegum.

I loved you for the lies, and hated you for the truth. I’m slowly starting to understand society.

I get really tired of the he said she said.

I want to be tumblr famous just so I can work it into pick up lines.

I’ve written a thousand love songs in my head. I just get so lost in them I forget the lines the second I finish.

Am I the only person that cries when I look at my activity?


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