(by theprime.la)
Taylor’s dinner. Tamales, pork gyoza, spinach salad, chocolates, and Nesbitts. I’m awesome.
I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
non compos mentis -
so nice to talk about the new paradigm
“cellular intelligence”
and FRUIT
whiskey jackets and nice breeze
and THE MOON
go snug or go home
this is what i look like writing an essay on 9th street. check my off-set jaw steez.
this is what i look like bro’ed up for a bro-date with my number one bro, taybro sack.
- emily: sorry, i ate your leftovers when i got home last night.
- mom: i know. i heard you come in and open the refrigerator and say, "aw, shit yeah!!!"
best week ever.
all of you are so fucking tight - i kind of can’t get over it.
i avoid being nice whenever i can, but unfortunately its very difficult
there are two kinds of people in this world.
good people, and better people.
