night picnics are different

just a fucked-up girl's blog
February 28, 2011
i'll call out of work

god DAMN, it’s like they’re reading my mind.

…i don’t think J appreciated it, though.

oh fuck i can’t call him J here, it’s too weird. that’s how my mom writes his name in texts.

1 year ago

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